COLLECTED POEMS: VOLUME 2

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Here, in this second volume of Tatlin Bellamy's collected poems, there is hopefully a wide range of eclectic page poems. Tatlin (real name James Edward David Bellamy) has been writing poetry intensely for more than thirty-two years. He has created three million words for his poetry. He is both a qualified and published poet-author. There are potentially twelve lengthy volumes to James's collected poetry.

...I PAINT THE DARKNESS:

A sequence of dystopia poems.

O this large cruel summer where christ crisscrossed a vine

i espied

grey animals of nighttime laying keen furs under wine

and a vase of figs brews grey beers

and a cast of pigs swills grey fears

O this large cruel summer where christ crisscrossed a vine

i espied

grey animals of midnight laying casements under mines.

the fierceness of a blue horse gallops into salt wine

the madness of a cocked horse

drains balls for silent fields

and a cocker of wards whispers under gorse..

once upon aladdin in a stilled world, a map of dwarves

laid easy waste to a westend moon

and red animals at night have to ignite cocoons

the figgy fascinated pushy pussy of a paved hearse

sticks cold graves into fires

o free easy fornicating kissy rubies

will rock around the soul until destroyed

and the numbers of a cock

may well resound underground where old pyres

caress a lazy spire.

o when an elaborate summer strickens old stars

then a bowl of jams

has to swirl hands into islands

and a dilly tiny toy has to dance inside Mars when

coda queens cry, cry, cry

La La

the figgy fascinted pissy pussy of a paved horse

rides stallion juices from

ignited wode where a moon outside the sun's purse

stops stone

dead

O this large simmering summer has to grind

grey gods from windscreens

and a car of sundering flavas has to wind

white cods from filmscreens;

la lawhere once upon the hour, a mind

tricks across old dreams

then a sea of squid will enter into spined

body patience

O this large simmering summer has to grind

grey goats with two twinned hands

and a ghost of gobs

has to taunt the soft innerds of soft brigands

and animals in the night

rock, rock, rock

O as masoners stone sight, then a boned hand

slaps a skull across a train

O this large sundering Number has to grind

pot-smoke from veins

and the rider of grains dries for sea-stains

and a bed of broods

dreams of pure silence.

the glassy gorgon of a female Love has to

toss a broken body in a slot

ahh, a classy store-room hides hipped rot

and me and my keen dauphins

sea-hang beards with evil dorphins

and my sky of life

leaps up, up

and my mind heals dead christ's

crossed bunched body

O there is a star-light here which stops

blue drains and vined pots

and a dicktator on a misspelt rise crops

blonde beds and dilators

the glasyb gorgons of a female God moves

cooked hair where the moon of loss

carries curryers of veins

deeply beneath the dreams of grey moss

ah ah ahh

endlessness weds emptiness and costs

pay for fanny

o animals in the dark of night

walk a dog into the bright sides of sight

o animals in the dead of light

walk a cat into the spiked skies of hype

and a mouse in a cave

cries out for Mother

and a mouth in a crag has to feed lice

and a fag in a bone

smashes mittens

once where cruel air softened, christ

spoke from a high chair

once when cruel prayer softened, Life

awoke in a wheel-chair

and a star of loss

lops a car where de Pentecost

pays for a petrol knife

O animals in the dark of night

walk a dog into the right sides of wiped

body screens

and a sea of creams smothers midnight.

a vaginal gourami stink has to sink a fish-tail

deeply down the mine

oh a starry town shines inside a mind and hail

swallows easy stoned minds

and a bed of lusts links dreams with bodies

and a shed of crusts

sharpens dogs withn rusks

o vaginal gouramis stink underneath a sink

o cogitators of finny drinks

think of sex as self-sex dies

O animals in the very dark of night star-blinks

aside jammy eyes where the voids of kinks

cram dogs adown bellies

O cannibals in the utmose dark of light wink

against rolled windows where

a catcher of casements boil baby-hair

once upon a wank, a penis in a plug of air

shoved spermatozoa where the winter's wear

donned woollen cunny

EH..

a honey pot upon a scented centrefold

peals a pissy penis under

rotating female summer

and a slot of fists punches cunt from feathers

and a clock of twists

falls from a hired wall

o a whore of fathers bunches spunk from larders

and a house of cheese

wallops dense dirt with mental grease

la la

once aside a mind, weed wove its way inside

a blinded skirt where

a bag of furs spurted snares

and a flat of glass

has to sell masoners to grey-headed masks

la la

a honey pot upon a scented sea of souls

peals a shiny fanny with vined vast dolls,

and a day of deaths

has to summon sirens from easy sexed

vearlings

and yearlings choose changelings for

entertaining winter deaths

we raise a dolly skirt where we transgress

easy hymens with dirt-fear

and we raise a star of hurt with

two twinned easy hands

and we command salt tears as closed crests

wash buttons with brigands

and a cell of wine whitens babied nests with

thunderers of both night and nude days

O animals in the night swipe rats from clay

O carnivals of grey mikes

shrill and shrill

and a stall of ills straps bones about claved

body graves

we raise a dolly squirt where we transgress

easy pylons with skirt-fear

and a sky of dums

drops a crazy plum; and a car under sex

collides with eaten madams

once upon a mind, i heard thought killing

all bodies, all brains, all sweet live illings

the noisy looseners of a dizzy daffy dream

heaps sex sleep upon

candifiers of sweet cums and windscreens

la, a baby in a gun

shoots self dead

la, a lady in a drum

sea-bangs breakers writhe in feline beds

and a city in a vase

weeps, weeps,

and a country under sleep has to preen

naked pulled rivers

O when animals of night roam after

tonsured basketfuls of snakes

O when sentinels of light foam after

tortured mindfuls of nanny drakes

then a pussy of a belled man has to father

funeral freights

the noisy looseners of a dizzy daffy dream

heaps sex where pully lakes

listen to the dead.. la, la, laold screams

die out..

and we may well die out

ah, we may well suffer when we shout

and we may well cry out for

a shingled sea where a man-o-war routs

cool animals at nighttimes

and a code of killers cry and cry

la we may well die out

uh, we may well sunder death with grout

and a room of nails

hammers lesbians to drought

ah ah hah

eyes turn in, - old parrots swing for

easy words

oh lovers spin

ah parrots speak blue and easy

and the stains in a veined buggy

have to drop a blinded baby

ah ah hah

.and we will certainly die for

the ogre in the giant minds of whores

and we will certainly score

a rabid rabbit-kitten from blithe wards

and the nukers of the easy dead

spead cream cake upon mad breads

and a gizzard in a green moon

executes faith with holy tombs

ah ah hah

endless ochres of darkness sweat

aimless motors stink of fast sex

and a bandaged boat bites deaths

with five teeth when

four teeth are wrenched by gems

ah ah hah

and we may well die out

lo, we may well quaver as we shout

and we may well cry for

a rancid rolled razor of sex-mounts

and a lion of a liar

has to slander after sapphires

and a tigron under fires

dances into loud funeral pyres

lahh lashwide fools flaunt soft tyres

ancient hoodlums taunt

fast lips and dying pantries;

and the gnash of god-blood wires

milk weepies with torn tellies

ah ah ahhh

we say happy day to a belly

we end clappy clays to Delis

and a coffee saint

tea-taints the arms of ladies

and we suck a stalled nut

with carious faloned bodies

/ah ahh

when once a pucker's calve

cups dirt veal in two hands

then a skirt in a salt island carves

blenched bows from bone

and a liar under clothes

craps upon a vein of toads

and tabled baby brains bed-load

cradlers under caged crows.

I fed ships to faces as robes

dropped a shrilled hearse

and i felt under laces as brogues

dropped a sandal-purse

and death's words are cursed

and curse birds sing erse to

mongels in a menstrual horse

empires of bruised dirt moves

purple reason

from day to night...

END

the ashes in a beercan cram a sunrise with a jar

the flashes of a siren

rampage after doggy dusts

and the hearts of air beat beneath coded cars

and cashes of sad skin

warps rolled gold with holy sin

the trashes of the tamed train a boy to sound like

a female crooner

the masses of a toy train

mounts boards as a baby under red rain

rocks a dead heart

and the clashes of a river raise fires from Arizona

and the fastened dead

cry for pain

ahh

tailors of lost shirts drag a nape around a neck

saviours of lost hurt

drag a drape around a skirt

and a bath of grass has to rotatea about death

and whipped eyes burn

out

tailors of lost shirts drag a snake around a deck

sailors of wet-wort

drag a ship across a pan

and sweaters of spurts hammer anvils round

baby wrecks

once above all time, a house made from ground

swang for swanny jazz

and a flat of toad-crabs

cast paper cabs across the land

tradesmen use a sex-net where a baby island

falls into huge seas

the videos of old men have now dissolved to

ingenious dirty digitals

o, shadows on the brain have to suffer blues

and a mental gun

shoots a soft bun

and eyes yearn for mumma

and crazy ferns drop seed under screws

this is the bad world we sleep inOh,

here are the mad words of the heart

and a vase of leaves

digs flowers into sleeves

and a bud of blood brags after carts

what with faces found in vast rooms

we will learn about the ugly blooms

and we know the turgid dead

and we arise from

grey thieves whose abuse of a son

loosens tom thumb

and a tomb of guns

shoots hashes dead

the eager swipers of nocturnal telephones

slice a blue cake

the meagre swimmers of maternal cell-phones

telephone dark drakes

and a puller of the heart

rocks a hot drum

and a bed in heat hastens to hiss for bones

once upon a sad mind, we learned of stone

once upon a mad mind, we learned of drones,

and a cardinal flower

has to listen to a green flower

and a town of dromes

washes a sandman with two keen guns

as we wash ourselves we come to tower

above the stars when

a broken necklace dreams about children

and a believer in women

prays for grey gods

eager swipers of a nocturnal telephones

dial after cattle

the eager meter of maternal cell-phones

phone old saddles

and a dunny dream mounts a city-sloane

we have understood everything about the necks of men

we have chopped hot wood

o we have starred under drought

and we have understood about feline blood

a cavvy in a blue pram shoots a buggy

a lady with a nude pram

swallows old England,

and the wives of hands dams a body

we have understood everything about the necks of men

we have snapped raked Loves

and a bed of rages

shouts as fathers dream

and, right now, babes scream after cages

once upon a stool, i saw soft shirt men

undressing in a corridor

and a maid of fevers crams shit bends

inside city fingers

we have understood everything about the kiss of hymns

and we have laid hooped blessing eggs.

and the signs of God have swooped eggs

where a singing sunrise beckons eaten rain

i will lay down my idols now

o when swinging star-rise strickens, then

grey clouds will stir old crowds;

and i heard about the moon of men when

easy idols cried from clouds

we have to soften

we have to seem swollen,

and a cot of glass heals a baby sermon

and a bench of garlands

swipes hot tears from cradle-sirens

we have understood nearly everything

we will come to anoint

swift trippers with a flower of evening

and a ship of sex

has to sail into death

ha ha

we have to soften

we have to play stolen

and a puff of grass hears the stolen

swallowing sweet mess

when a barn of bad carrion cuts into bitumen

then a sun of mad carrion

cuts good family down.

and the fazing sad clarion in my town

dances under night-rain

when a swarm of comfortable meat

sings for roasted wheat

when a storm of comfortable pain

drags brushes

then a photo to itself must

crust up with bent elf-husks

a barn of bad carrion cuts into scissormen

and a boating lover

sinks into a feather

and oaks, tyburns, elms sea-lather

after burnished abusers

and a hiatus of heroes cuts Fathers

./.

the darkness of the daddy dead

sweat under summits

the deadlines of mummy is wed to

briny binary bread

and we teeter as we fall

and we whisper where we call

the darkness of the daddy dead

picks a prick from a burnt nude

and asses stink like bottoms

and faces sink into soft lungs

and woven killers

thread dead gods with a devil

sadness sucks on a hard nut

madness cuts a sea of diamonds;

Because vermeil fazers sea-sup

well-trodden waves

i will scent a solid nylon grave

under cots and caves

sodomisers of pleasing flowers

sink a penis-chop days deep

and the riders of a sex-hour

blossoms where naked power

gives head to blind cathedrals

and the wives of Heaven

chase cats imto Hellish havens

the darkness of the daddy dead

sweat beneath punnets

and strawberry scuds cut heads

with a crucified bread-knife;

and jazzy masses ride aside gannets,

and geese gabble after

funeral men and cremated cava

a laden licker lense frightens

all eyes and all visual sirens

and a blue sympathy on the moon

ravel under timeless cocoons

uh uh

ahhh

END

waiting for sense as i brushed my hair,

i noticed a sea of change

- the inglenook where i suffered prayer

seemed at first killed and then

shut indoors..

o awaiting rain, as i scaled the stair

i noticed a sea of insanity

and what with the sad time of air

and what with the sadness under wards

i kiss the jailers bent above me

o i kissed the stars of my days when

easter women combed their gems

and eyes whisper as they see

odes to passion shining like bees

waiting for sense as i washed my hair

i observed a new way of seeing;

and a blushed bad grave in hearing

hastens me to look beyond the stars

and window men who brighten

will see my impassable woman

made from grey tears and sex-scars

imperfect english peoples see Mars

wanking a dead planet into scarves

and once above my veins, a cock-hard

hissed inside of me

and mental sirens

drop a loud rock

and i was just shooting off to the shops

and then i found a penny in a slot made

grey and old as blue day

ah a counter in a coil spent my moneys

and swift hagglers after rich clay

had to swag me where bankers died

..ahh i cried where expansive lies

stole a penny from eyes;

and a lyon of men must

seal a pursed wallet inside deep lusts

and a pussy in a crust

has to heap hot tenors where wives

steal a husband's hard earned fuss.

once upon a dime, a dollar-seeker

laid mean self where eager reapers

opted to spend a pound per day

but one zillion swords

swell up and up where spended lays

gamble upon fascinating casinos

./.and we reach out across a blaze

ah as we spend for drought then pay

shatters a guilty golden robbed grave

and eyes don blinded bandits

and wealthy walkers whip coin-dip

and i was just shooting off to the shops

and then i underspent

for a silver mind inside a mined copped

gold pithead

Uh isolated, my shrinking thumbs

sink brass into pounded piggy plum

Uh annihilated, i shoot gum

against GGs and exterminated red

russian roulettes...ah here, a bookies bed

bets about a killer with a chopped

financial headrest..

and eyes don blinded bandits

and wealthy warpers pay for remits

.ah a long time ago, where gold lips

had to kiss a silver writ

we held to wagering wages.. Trips

dance aside walloped purses

THE END..

the vitamin of a veined gull

stirs coffees into muds

the kitchens of reined dogs

dribbles into meats

and a strap of a heart heaps gnarls

where, shaved clean,

a match-head in a screen star-skulls

bones of wheat

and a crocus of a stabbed mind

weevils carves into gloves

and a hymen's city drug trips phlegm

around scored sleep]

the fish-opened watch on a bald wrist

snatches rats

the fist-shaken crotch of a bald kiss

catches bats

and a mug of catches

pours coffee into baths

and a venal float falls upon vast

vaginal races

a bed of busy grease has to salve

a sea of catty cures

a desk of easy jeeps

jack a flown face as a cock-valve

roams into pure fire

and a bouncy girl's lowered beard

clasps a tawny spire

the vitamin of a veined gull

stirs coffins into blood

and we wash scent against God

thermal benders have to drop blind shavers

o a veiny mumma

pads a milk-pot where a golden lover

leaps across Leda

and we ride a crowd across a killer

and we rise under a forced roe-rider

thermal benders have to drop blind shavers.

Deaths draw blood lots

Sex stares, and a ruiner of baby tops

swims for the murdered hour

and paraffin is poured down a flower

coffees in cabins set a chin of beer

where, skinned, a wreck of tears

blows a cunt-blade

and thermal benders have to drop drillers

and poky poxers

pee upon glades as a shitted pox-star

dollops baby rum

blazers of blown bollocks shoot cum

razors of stoned self-shots

shoot a dizzy a scar around de hots

and a breaded cot

falls to dumb pieces

easy riders cry for city air when

catters dog-crucify

grey baby blooders

the spinning guilty juices of faeces

stop wet love

this bedside room where i chose to die

has hissed inside the Ark

o, a poster of dark noon

shines, shines

and the riders of the moon writhe for

indigo eyes

a vitrium in a veined blow fights for

idiot children's whores

la la a coffee in a shower hits gore

and we wee all year

and we caress veiled tears

and we kill sex shores

this bedless room where i chose to die

has pissed upon the dark

and a flat of faces

dulls sadness with stasis

and a bell of aces plays sex poker

endlessness grows like grey cancer

a dunny dreamers

drools like lovers..

Death grows like mothers

Self yearns like murders

and a sea of figs

drowns flour as baker's kids

eat stale buns

and we wave at the sumner

and we cherish hot winter

and softening fingers

noose spring and autumn

a dunny bride upon a hill

sucks a clothed nut

a dummy bride inside a slut

cuts a robed rill

and we sink a tea into a cunt

and we swallow camomile

a dunny dreamer

drools like a liar..

a dicking manor of a dead house

rips a pretty bird

a kicking hanger of red nerves

slits a dizzy mouse

..eyes burn like stings

skies turn as buggies under wind

grinds salt from musk

a budder of a brainer buries us

where, spind, a focal fotal bus

rides car-west

and a sea of spires trips us

where jays wire lipped trucks

a dicking manor of a dead house

slips a pretty girl

and a bed of pearl

mothers a piss-pearl

..and cubbies of this world will

surely find no lover

the tea-things in a bath have to move

soothers with booze

the coffins in a mask have to move

ald beds where

a bound penis-prayer

toasts god's killers

and a bone of carts breaks us down

a vaginal chasm rocks a doll-town

a oracular cavern

has to taunt sleep where wide sound

whispers into mirrors

and the coastal kids eye pris'nors

O tea-things in a bath have to soothe

tap-drinkers with strimmers

and i ease a donkey-drum

up a pony-fed stair

and i listen to boiled air

i am in touch with fish rudders

i am fucked by dicky truckers

and a labile change

drinks a salt-chain

ahAs wideness loosens rain

then we will dance again?

vaginal vaultings will see pain

crying for roofs of sperm-rain

and a blenched buttoned father

falls to rape's tether.

these fixing dazzlers of old liquid clothes

wash a family now

o a female face in a crowd clouds robes

and we seem loud

but silence is our lot

and dumbness shapes our city cot

and deadness craps upon soft toads

we ease a blue gemstone where moss

gets kicked off

we ease a green gravestone where souls

slap a spirit-coff

and a loud tureen serves cakes to crossed

angel cloud

we heed vast hymens

we weed salt-gardens..

these fixing dazzlers of rolled liquid gold

towel deaths down,

o a female case in a cloud snaps,

and a wrenched hook of buyers has traps

trickling down a trachea

and a pactive passioner pees on paps

and a cusped tongue

teases teased tirades with licky laps

we heed vast pylons

we read about hyrdrants

and a capper of a panda coda taps

petrol fingers upon the past

and we heed vast diamonds

and a masser in a grey mask seasons

soldiers sirens with orange

pealer lemon.

the endlessness of deadliness chortles

the friendliness of native nests

rock a raised drum

and my spun heart hisses where metals

mix cunts into clay

the earrimgs in this closed heater

have hit upon a hot pierced stain

o darjeelings brew mists

and a house of fires shoots lips with

grey kids where the roses

fall upon music

ah ah i have scented pussy with

blue ivie

ah ah i have rented baby with

old gravy

and a DVD grows sexually old

and a fisted crow

craps upon cool carrion; and soul

sings forevermore

a world under fire junks

daddy dusts

a citadel of trunks trickles for

easy closed doors

and coded lusts

lisp as bodied banisters cuss

aside ochres of oars

and we suck cunny cut

I have no family to shut

the house inside a head

hoots for sadness

the glazier inside a bed

breaks for craziness

the noose about madness

ring-strangles

old rattlers of angels

and angled city-guns

shoot butterers dead as

a grey serum

earrings in a closed river

have pinnned deadly fever

with a cheap vision of tricksters

and a bird of night

appears naughty

and a crow of christs

shimmers

a world under fire junks

tirades of graveyard monks

a whorlwind has to sex-jump

rapine rooms where

gay geese gabbles for hair;

and a golden mask

masses mousy mind-shafts

cold cruel happening times

drop like a bone.

the vitreal salty slip in my lost bed

hip to the dirty streets

the venereal grey lip inside my head

snip to a filthy beat,

and sex treads lud heat

and sex tramples suicide visions

the coffees in dizzy coffins heat

panloads of meat

a penile bad city cries after surgeons

and a tea in a mask

starves failures clasped in clasps

the vitreal salty slit in my old bed

jumps for the dirty jive

and we jack clay fathers

and we hash upon a filthy flava

o laughed coffee from coffins

crap from a purple moon

viral permits permeate sweat with

a junkey-drive

vaginal remits cunt-curate

a monkey-mind

and we hiss across spirallers

and we kiss across old spiders

the lushy liquid ladies who grind

salt and roe to rust

hear now about

knife christ, arsenic christ

and weevillers rust after

mike christs and barbwire christs

mute christ, wired christs, barbled

bottom baunting laird jesus

ah i had a knoll for a baptism

ah i had a doll for god's mauseleum

and bleeders of jay judas

hire a rash from a god museum

odd old demons certifay hoards

and bible-dirt treads grey boards

and mellowers of belly-traffic

shit on eggs

the dizzy mental winds where i blew down

dragglers after menstrual western money

ah the buzzy ghosts of sins

draggler after blood-rushes

and a bed in a ditch causes dreams to

ride across sleep's flower

and we have to let sleep's flower go to

hidden seas where slender sins brushes

five winds and foam candles

the dizzy mental winds where i blew sounds

dragglers after miens of metal towns

ah the fizzy horses of gals in clowns drowns

meaty brew where the sallied heads of Downs

clowns after endless fields

and five winds will blow

and blown sins will flow from

old dales where metalled guns cut reels

a dogdayed dolly in a framed sun heals

coded babies

a dog-dazed bully in a framed gun seals

baby bronxes inside rubies

and a goddess on the fierce hashed rise

dominates brollies with bodies

ah ah ahh

upon the mazy mile

upon thise crazy smile, a cot of pure ash

has to cut a cure from a mashed

grey hashish

i have entertained at change of day, trash

sharpening fools with kitchens

i have certified derangement's grave;

and a bairn of glass

sinks inside a lard-mask

and a masted venus in the dimmed past

has to hasten to reeling ribbons

and we are cut from ribbons

and we are fed to prisms

we are fed to sinful washed webs

we are searched by evil bed-heads

and a storm in an unfound sky

squeals and dives from forgotten eyes

aahh

we are led to a feline on a cliff

we are spreadeagled

and hot bread star-climbs gay twists

and bruisy bandagers

heel to five killers

and sluicy sereanders of fast mirrors

weep, weep, weep

HaH!!!

this side of mind-truth, a stripped father

says prayers to a bound mamma

END

men and hens and gourami girls

go walking around a female world

men and clucking hands

lam a green nest

and a bird of prey

listens to the day

and naked mutants have to slay

after eaten clay

o a bun of ices feeds a roach

o a sun of faces

flails and falls

and eyes may well sail to a blind boat

far west when

a grey mind ends

men and hens and gourami girls

go walking around a female world

and ashes under clashes

cascade then arise

from naked tashes

the cases of business men open out upon

a city of murdered men;

as time dies, we heat about peahens

o cases of business men open out upon

a body of bastard men;

and a mind of masks

dons a blood-shield

once upon a mind, trendless plasters

wrapped a hand in zinc

once upon a cosine, empties sink

blue teeth where casts

cut a dizzy veined

bad baby- Oh, a town on the brink

sucks a stain

the deus of god's daughters heave

unctive bosom-glaucous where

boned bairns break

down,

and a bud of wipes feel for hair

and a sud of bight lights

pushes neons into sounds

once upon a mind, trendless plasters

wrapped a hand around sinks

ideal husbands and ideal wives

weep all year long

ideal brass bands and keen cries

wed sex to a song

and a bed of brass

bounces on one knee

and the songs of suns shine for

closures of fast daubs

o a head of mice cut rat-tails

o a bed of mites

spreads vegetables on old sails;

and we ride a bike

and we fall from trikes

and, laid, a car in kites veil

ideal husbands and ideal wives

once upon a mind, trendless brides

shit inside four winds

once, roped, a sea of endless knives

drop guns on powders

and a sofa's edge

masks the dead

o a cat of cats strides the feline land

o a kitten God preens all Man

And a purring cat-boy

paws cool tailed happiness

and a bed of silk feeds catty milks

to perfect feline Woman

once aside a cradle, i loved my cat

once upon a cradle, i stroked my cat

and a keen kind claw and mane

dreams of lions and tigers

and we like to feed cat-wined pumas

o a world of petty hens will consume

female meat-pots

o a girl of cat-gems

will poke and preen a good cat-skin

i see a cat of cats astride an island

and my loud stroker beams

forever

udders of cavemen always spurted spleen

fathers of killer gems

lather after river dens,

and a parted fissure-sea

lays dead waste to an orange country

and de slaughtered hour

rams a mixture down

fast dammed screens

o i have launched bald boats with

use of salt champagne

and i have crunched upon rain

o i have launched sawn ships with

abuse of candy veins;

and my nude minds

must weep for Eden

and the gardeners of Gods rape figs

udders of cavemen always squirted cream

ah ah ah

and ideal wives sweat for ideal cars

and ideal husbands weep under dreamed

key nine toddy.

the meaty green hotpots that feed the world

hasten to glisten

the easy mean pork-pots that feel a girl

listen to missions;

ah, once aside timed worlds

an earth of fire

hears a dizzy boyfriend shaping lessons

the meaty green hotpots that feed the world

feed wrists to zen;

and a green buddha widens romancers with

yogic chakric daddies

heapers of hurtlers hem ghost under mammy

reapers of killers

crashdown

and a dog of mirrors barks upon his tail

and a dog-dayed sea-shark

cuts a human dolphin

in fucking twain where old dead vales

cry for dauphins

hospitals under old beds

therapise the dead to heal the killed

o hospices lay waste to Devs

and a sea of gins

drinks a treating rainbow

and a bed of swords

slashes seats

as we ride to sleep, a stoned vase

will don rolled heaped

body-sleep;

as we ride to rest, a boned vase

will stun guilty heat

o, a bod in the sky

hits along vaginal wives

...

hospitals under old beds

therapise the fled as we heal the drilled

sweaty victims of a crazy father

once upon a flu, a nasal sweat-bottle

sank sins into fever fire

and the digital radio and TV squires

shut a hot fist in a strangler's Dettols

,,]

mental mind tears as canine shadow

casts crabs across corona cans.

the hoarse head of forgotten heroes

shits outside the pan

this horse of a bed

rams honey down when easy yoyos

feed upon a locust

and a jacking heel goes from bad to

bitter worst

and the slaves of dirt

drop flowers on a skirt

o once upon a tine, we used a blue

experimental father for my hearse

and my eyes go from bad to worse

and i flow against my world

the hoarse head of forgotten heroes

shits outside England

the pissing pony under soft hands

lays buzzy waste to islands

and a traffick moon

shines upon a punched bed

and raw wives burn the fast moon

and gabbed truth

gives sex-enemas to visual sleuthes

O a cage has to rock

animal prisoners

O a stage has to stop

actors and killers

once upon a blood-mind, riders

doonned leopards and shot quivers

and de boats of christ

hiss across horney heart-life

and horny heart-life drink rivers

and honeys drink dreamers

and we float against spies

and we grope for new york's wide

pepsi gate

ahh

O a cage has to rock

animal prisoners

O a stage has to stop

actors and maimers

,,I heed soft starred seizures when

epilepsy fits inside hems

and we kiss a fitting den of

eaten rifles and blue cobra

the horse-head of forgotten heroes

shits inside ten winds

and a lazy lyon of a mind

slices easy cake as cooker's kine

shelter Mesopotamia in wine

la la

Robots of Du drive a stolen car

Robots of Hu drive a fallen star

la la la..

and we are Robots of Lu?

these mad words sleep forever.

about aimless emetics and a throat of glass

i will level now a mind of death

about tameles eccentrics and a throat of grass

i shall give now the stain of sex

and a church in fevers feeds small deaths

and an organ in scissors

shines down upon a bad mood

ahh

about aimless concentrics and a throat of gas

i will level now a vein of wrecks

about emptiness and the meadows of lips

i shall give in now to a strip of smoothed

body diamond

ahh

the shinings of dirty chandaliers rip

cruel towers with daisy hands; and mits

meld soft coloured hair with scarred gnits

and a baby in a fire

dances under a funeral spire

ahh

about emptied tameless logics, i snip

green dolls and emeries.

once, gunned down, i entertained my tall town

with breaded bone

once, gunned around sound, i swaggered for

easy hens whose long-haired groan

shouted at the ferns of walls

and a wall of Downs shaped me

a star-capped lover from a scented stall

and once, gunned around a wasteground,

eyes fed my bodice to a high moll

and de gangster and his moll

shoot my juicy body to swift death.

i should be made madly glad about dolls

i should choose to shape Life from gulls

and a moutain on a cliff

has to rend my dreams with sad kissed

houses of demure souls

and giddy gulls grasp glass from hipped

vagrant sawn vinegar mien

and easy mulls peer into hashes

once, gunned down, i entertained my tall town

with breaded drones

once, splayed around, i entered into ald

piss-proud manfolks who dared not scald

good bairns

O, a stairway leads wrenched mice to

curvatures of both night and day

O, a prayer for dregs dances where trades

sell fictional folds to horse-cut skin-graves

and the first turning of the stair

will lead a fallen falon to a city lair

and the second turning of the stair

will cede closed ribbons to blood-chairs

all eagre macadam boys break-up slaved

eaten daddy rifles

oestrogen flies like a mind

easy sin dives

and a butterfly light cuts times

and eager lovers

marry to a grape-vine

o a seat of glass is postioned

above father's veins

and a bed of dogs

causes canine pain; and missions

pull upon gods

oestrogen flies from my mind

easy spun sin

awakes me,

and a doll at sea sails for dweebs

and a bull at sea

cunts cowed salt-cities

my grey mum grips to babies

and sadness shoots blue trees

the eagre furies of a fast fat head

mete out a sea of pegs

and a peg-happy fern has to shed

salt seeds

and a binary brain

bolts balls to rain

la la

the eager fairies of a fast fat head

mete out sex to urine

.. lacers of lunacy eat bread

one zilllion miles under sweat we

wash red hands in wine

o, zillions of smiles sunder

wakeners of blithe city thunder

the eagre furies of a fast fat head

speaks no evil then drops dead

as Aladdin rubs his sex-lamps

then Paladin pokes a parrot

and menfolk sweat blood carrots

and girlkind

washes her hands in easy wine

oestrogen flies like a mind

coastal wives

weep for sockets

and a fitted room hastens to unwind

and bad bodies play with

tameless spastic toys

a baby in a bin cries until save

a doggy under skin

woofs until trained

and a cat of tailed war trades

rats for scabies

oestrogen flies under vines

coastal cries

cry for rockets

and a fast fugue stops skies

and we hear sexed eyes

a sexing of the buried

hears a choker's cherries

laid upon a screen

la la

a baby in a bin cries till dreamed

and a bunk of card

swallows bedtimes

la la

a sexing of the buried

hears a chopper's cherries

laid upon a dream

la la

amen we say for the saviour

amen we say for

urban idlers of neon

la la

eyes deafen whilst blind

spies beckon

bees to flower under wine

and a bow of ash

shoots a laden moon

the shooters of dun bubbles

guns soap with rained blood

the rooters of stunned gables

stuns rope

and a star at night looks down upon

codas of day-lit tables

and a song of suns

absorbs pure fire

and a cat under gum sticks his tail

deep down where dope

hisses

oestrogen rising has to listen to

bone-breakers,

and a starry life has to use levers

to lift vegetations to nude blues

and we kiss hissed ice

and we deaden judas christ

the shooters of dun bubbles

guns soap with raised sex-mud

ah ah

once aside a mind, i tore Mars

with five fast cinemas.

a sexing of the cherished jostles Bird

a deafening of the perished

glisters

o a dying game which uses words

must hurl illiterate darts

and a boat of suns sails for curs

and a stoat of guns

shoots a feline father's

coded women

eyelids don excess visions when

a cartel of heat-builders

deafens the blind

and a mouth of glass has to grind

bear jaws with mind-riders

a sexing of the cherries turns

fruit and veg into a tea-urn;

and we sex the cherried

and we wreck swift berries, La!

why wind wells dry

will never be understood till cars

crash under eyes

eyelids don eggy visions when

riders of the corn

write for bikers.. And easy porn

swells like piss

i made a crazy pass at an old bent woman

o eyes fazed me

o cries caved me...and a bunk of semen

cares for beads

and i mad a pass at an old grey woman

o lives dazed me

o wives shaved me

because bowed god has no name

because bowed dogs

have to walk in pain;O, because trees

seep into my mask

you and i will hammer lakes to hasps

o smiles burn me

o dials turn me

to the other side of the seas

i made a crazy pass at an old bent woman

ahh when a venal garden

has no good gardener

ahh whence an anal raven

has no winged lover

then we hiss for certain..

waves beat on the shores

graves heat guns with whores

and we lay under meat as closed wards

sweat for pandemic flu..

Oh i have sensed camal traffic

mounting a small mule

Oh i have wrenched canal traffic

sailing to a river feud

and baby bouncers have to move

sweet roe to fishy fugue

ah ahh

why the peasy faisty dead seasons

heat gay panty hose

will be known to figgy children;

and a bun of rice

sucks cream from angel-vice

Oh once upon a pan, wedders

shimmered in chiffon gowns..

blown naked bakers of sweetening soft meat

says 'Farewell' to a doctor

o, rancid butchers of sweetening blue meat

says 'Hello' to my daughter

and a bill of fayre sells me seasoned water

and as rill of air

dances under mortars

blown naked bakers of sweetening soft meat

bids farewell to a shaker

stoned naked butchers

cleave ice from rind where coded flavas

shape salt paper;

and a ghost of war shoots blue pepper

and a host of wars

shoots a fatal poppers

oh, blown naked lovers sweeten sleep

oh, boned fated fathers

fall to death's hot feathers

and a dog in May just has to run away

the doted limbs of a dense city raincloud

harks back to a homestead full of fire

o ropers of dreams

float across edams as sedans under clouds

hisses under spires;

O the accidental sun shines and shines

O the occidental guns

shoot when stars sky-stun

codas of kodak and porn-minds

the doted limbs of a dense city raincloud

jacks back to a naked yield of

stained dark figs

and a glass pig has to shoot for God

ah ah ah

eyes will deafen as sites go blind

spies will soften

and a bended totem poles about Eden

grind flame to pure dust

the doted limbs of a dense city storm has

old weevil legs beneath its ass

and a bum on a bed cedes sex to glass

and a bone of edams

scatters fractures out across a grass

pipe of musks..

gassy gulls gasp for carrion weather

easy bulls grasp to a

bovine female thrill where yellow thunder

drops raisins from a car

la la lahh./

we will tread the bulb when leering under

old funeral friends;

and a liar on a stage acts up for Father

and a pyre in a cage

cases killer creators inside blue lather

Rope hardens round my neck

Dope softens men, and a corpse of sex

swipes dogs for tundra.

ahhh

Ohhh

DE END is nigh

DE MEN get high

WOMEN flit

KIDS get sick

,ehh

THE END

when piped with flu, the pandemic god of truths

trips inside a soft mind

when spiked with screws, the pandemic god of vines

vanishes into violence

and a sea of sails screws masts to anchors

and a sea of veils spews riggings around sailors

and a bird in a tree

cuts a seagull from wide thinking

and de poetry of missions flows just like red rain

once above a soft mind, i saw the spies of wine

weeping, weeping

o, once upon a crossed mind, i saw the sides of wine

creeping, creeping;

and a ballet underground

hisses across danced ice

and a rink of scissors snaps a penny chew wiith

dimed lips and mouth and crunched teeth-rigs

when piped with flu, the pandemic gods of truth

strip inside a lost mind;

and a starry christ will surely turn and heal minds

and a dizzy christ will certainly

turn molten tears to whiskey-gold

the treasure train is coming

la the pleasure horse is running

uh the feathers of the dead are strumming

eaten greying nude guitars

and the faces of the West shine, shine, Ohhh

the treasure train is coming

ah, the pleasure horse is thrumming

and the eaters of the dead shoot fay loving

uh uhde robots of Du

heal gemstones with alien drugs

and a tribe of suns shines inside weird love

and a gang of guns

shoots a panamerican scissor-sea-God

and cunts seas seem lithe

and spunked bees seem all right..

sometimes, the moon looks like the sun

sometimes, the stars go on the run

sometimes wild heaven chews salt-gum

sometimes, god's sky shoots

trendless skeins of roller-soul

// and touts with rifle-boots

sea-slam eaters of torn death,..

sometimes, the moon looks like the sun

sometimes, the stars go on the run

oh /./

Eyes idolise de female blind and mess

melds missonaries with baptismal sex

...

END

the quiet aroma of a stinking devil

has to smell grey flowers;

and the cats of war who paw powers

must cast feline spells

and the silent aroma of a sea-devil

doses eyes with rivers

o a bud of sheer bone has to shiver

o a sud of sheer stone

quivers; and the sun at night stones

beds of silver

the quiet aroma of a stinking devil

has to inhale tv towers

and a bended city

cowers beneath baby

these sodded days where i slept until

the evening peered through my window

have to grace light with hills

and a face of midnight

fills body men with whipping meadows

and fat lice at sea

trips a venereal tree

and a fast iced scream has to bleed

when once a sloane of summer reads

old dirty books

when once a drone of flavours

burns poem-books

then a starry beard will star-seize

blown rooks

these sodded day where i slept until

the morning fell away

have now to grace a city's swathed

concrete clave

and an urban moon shines

these days are first dark then

endlessly light

a cigar under knickers has to exhale

demure and dangerous perfumes

a killer under killers

has to inhale mirrors;

and the tides of March drink trippers

and the bridal parks

marry crows to dark

radio woman

whence a factory of thieves shivers

whence promontaries steal livers

i will understand

that the day i was born was

most certainly the night i was

hurled from a cradle

a cigar under kickers has to exhale

decorous yet sexy fumes;

and the cats of England taste rheum

and the rats of England

burn sex to silent death

whence a factory of thieves shivers

whendce grey cemeteries bury lovers

i will come to know

the name of the sun and its hot crow

i hear the heads of the dark

weeping

i hear the kids in the park

leaving..

and a sea of pigs

has to drown ceilings

and i hear the headless dark

creeping

and i hear loud kids hearing

deafened blind cuts

a dolly in a drive has to start

a bald toy vehicle

a baby in a dive

has to drive a dizzy car-heart;

and the wars of Eden

scatter salt seed upon

Mesopotamia

i hear the heads of the dark

weeping.. and my soft heart

grows creamy

and my soft dreamy soul

grows fast

too often

hipsters dance for chilled rooms

cheapsters dance for gloom

killers prance on knives

o, ideal menders mend cold tombs

and i have to understand

about self-deaths and old renal rams

o o

hipsters dance for chilled rooms

killers dance for dunes

and once i have lost my children

and once i have killed my dog

and once i have died

i shall surely count upon the sky

a dabbler of a damsel has to cry

a rider of an angel

has to ride against gold scams

and a car of canals

drowns a red rooster

we have to somehow rely upon

cunt-kisses

we have to somehow decide upon

cock-kisses

and a bride of wishes

lays a dog to waste;

o, once eyes cease to close, then

sunrisen missives

will certainly rise against

poets and all their expletives

,,,

we have to somehow rely upon

penis kisses

we have to slide a nut in a gun

and a sea-harness

swallows sex-bait

and the beds of dreamt hate stun

minds, bodies, veins and

all human bones

a bastard on a ruddy hill falls from

bloodied bluffs where

chairs of sadness leap into hair

and we weep

and we sleep

and we learn to fly

the fuckers of a fast fierce farm

yields poked pigs to cows

the killlers of a vast soft cloud slam

fairy fields inside grown hands

and a vase of ice

is found in a prehistoric field where

husbands sweat for husbandry

and there is midwifery in Heaven?

once when a sea of mice stared

deeply into the moon

a tree of christs healed gold hairs

and a bone of prayers

had to shatter

and, O, as a vast of smatter snares

mown farmed fields

then a cat of life will seize yields

the fuckers of a fast fierce farm

yields pokerd sows to sheep

and cattlers cry for kind sleep

and bull-men writhe

and skulled wheat-wivesd

widen into screws

robots of Du are deteceted near

the veins of dying tears

smashed seasonal fish

crash inside a petri-dish

cashed sermonic silver-fish

scare young sad kids

and a bone in a bowl has to list

sad weeping grey kids

fields under flies wing-rid

blind bluebottles of honey

o, we decay forever

o, we snap closed weather

and a starry father

dams cars

mothering moaners mark

dizzy gals in the park;

and i heed sin as old bark

falls from a public tree

we have to stone bees

we must suffer beads

and we will don seeds

and cum home

laughing.

i went to the shops to buy a plum

the moon was shining and so was the sun

o i went into my little town

and purchased a lovely naked currant bun

and i heard my mind

and i gave funds to the blind

and i served home-baked cake to

homely vagrants that live on the streets

rainy days are the best we have now

rainy days are

always the most common to happen

and a driving car

has to use its windscreen wipers

nearly all of the time,, Oh, riders

sell easy news to gay bobbies

i went to the shops to buy a plum

the moon was shining and so was the sun

o i paid a trip to my little town,

and there i saw a keen fine clown

and there i saw a genuine busker

.. My eyes may well shut

because i missed my town

rainy days are the best we get now

men in string vests

sell cheap toys to infant nests; and crowds

queue for the supermarkets

and vast torn billboards look from the clouds

and the city's mayor seems

very well known..

i put both of my hands together and pray

i put my knees upon the floor

and pray that God will stop city whores

and my old kiddy bike

long since fell apart just like a

cold swing at the foot of a garden's

well mown score..

uhh

.can i count on you to sell me plums

can i count on you to

serve me actual meat

Opiss falls down opened gutters when

mad men leap from urban bends

i used a gun.. i shot it and liked it

i phoned my mum..i spoke with wit

and i used a gun

and i telephoned the sun

o, once upon a time, i dug a sandpit

o, once upon a time, i waxed my lips

i used a gun..i shot it and liked it

i phoned my dead father

and then i fell and died

i went to the shops and bought a pear

then moon was shinging from thin air

i went to the green grocers

and bought me some good berries

and then i used a gun

and then i phoned my mum

and then i telephoned soft ladies

i used a gun and then i used a drum

ah a lovely leaping life is all i want

,,ah lively leaping wife is all i want

o i went to the shop and bought a gun

the moon was shining and so was the

burning sun.,.

i have always known that Jesus Christ

was the true son of sunny God

i have always believed in God, and Life

has me forever

praying for kind Lord Jesus

and i went to a chemist and purchased

some paracetamol tablets

and i used a gun..i shot it and liked it

and i telephoned the sun;

o i go outdoors all winter

and spend my summer days indoors

i used a gun..i banged a drum

i used a gun...i shot my lungs, and

i have a good picture in my room

which features a crown of thorns,- And

i listen to the looming church and

i sing fast hymns for the Son of Man

and i used a gun

and i banged a drum

and i went to the shops to buy a plum

uhh uuh i used a gun

uhh uuh i bought a plum

uhh uuh i looked into the sun, and,

losing solar waves

lead me to blithe holidays and the sea

and i when i was an infant brave

i watched sandcastles floating

underneath

easy seasand.. O, we went boating!

and we went swimming

and we had such a whale of a time

and i used a sail

and i launched my sail

.uh uuh

i used a gun...i shot it

i ate a plum... i bit my lip and

green apples sell to women

and bright peaches sell to children

..i used a gun... i shot it

i bought a plum..i ate it whole

..yes man, i ate it whole

yes mam, i ate it entirely whole

and i have always liked roast chicken

and i have always loved

rock salmon and greasy chips

uhh uuhnh

hu hu hu

du du du du du

i bought a toy spider

i loved it, tended it, and felt dead pleased

o i looked directly at a mirror

and then i looked at the sun

o i bought me a plum

o i shot a wet gun

un un

THE END..

these cinema-thrilling days when

i learn to watch the moon

shutter my mind in visual hymens

and a hero under sin

ravels under my skin

and these cinematic visions swoon

my mad girl was a female father

my sad world

hisses

and a sea of light has to lather

after basketfuls of kisses

and tonsured snakes seize

grey rope

these cinema-thrillling days when

i learn to hear children

here comes down to rest when

grey kids grind

basketfuls of snakes

drag lakes for ermine

basketfuls of drakes

drag hands for vermin,

and a yoyo bed

uses old toys; and

grey sin shoots sand

nostrilled easy foam

faces into stone

tonsured easy bone

crashes

and a sea of rashes

lashes

city babies

basketfuls of snakes

drag lakes for ermine

and a trampler

abuses trampoline,

and we cry

and we died

.Lo

these days when a filmic fan

waves against hands

i have come back home to can

easy feline movies

and a dog of dirt

dons a shallow skirt

these days when a filmic fan

waves for brigands

i have come home to find Man

suckling reeled silence

and a cinema priest

tastes skirt

panners of hurt pinion dust

scanners of hurt

hear dead lust

the wallets of my mind

have paid for time

the wallets of my spine

have shattered

and easy coins on a cruel day

have scattered

rolled scissor-gold

and a cot of christs

winds a baby mummy

and a crock of light

pays for blind babby

basketfuls of saviours

sew seeds upon a tailor

mirrors under sailors

sail till earth is done

and a bed of boats scissors

after skinners

and we count arcana

and we dance for Mamma

mothering mind-bandits

hereby go blind

and mental darkness

crams eyes down wine

the sandals of sainthoods

paint crucfied ashes

o, the dolls of lashes move

feinted nudes

and a bowl of hash has to

soothe easy tears

and painted flashes

suck a red-eyed bald bruise

underneath ravens, crows

devour blood-carrion

o a rook in a bud has to hear

birds of Autumn

and a winter rogue

drops an angled soul where

easy eagles ride

homeward

the sandals of sainthoods

paint crucified clashes

o, the modellers of hoods

don flu-flashes

and a ruby on the rise

rocks a diamond's wives

and we scoop

grey spind body-soup

underneath ravens, crows

devour wet purhelions

and we roast a rose

and we caress cold dinners

and we raid old Zion

as rubies burn, baby bites

will sunder us

behemoth or easy God?who can

tell us the time of day?

baby cross or easy Love?who can

swell up for grey graves?

once upon a season, i saw grey Man

girinding impossible diamond

o inside a sea of treason

panners of picklers

garnish a body-rose

and we saw blood

and we dig de lady in swift mud

.,.

behemoth or easy God?who can

tell us the time of day?

baby mosque or holy spade? who can

inform on a butterfly?

we hasten to horses when

blind ponies race forever..

the tonsured nostril of a dizzy stoat

digs a mouth under wine

o, tonsilled ferrules

hear lips as a bay of baby-candles

set alight to time

and a bench of flowers fizzes

and a wench of towers

teases fingers

o tonsured fast flits figure when

grey bandits leap for mirrors

once upon a mind, we saw children

racing under countries

once aside wynds, we saw women

raising ropes from fevers

and a tonsured god

walls a kissing dog

and we raise hands to city-seizures

when epilepsy stops us dead

then we will cut gold-bread..

flitterers under fast fevers

flash outside the dark

frittterers under vast fingers

crash inside the Ark,

and a bone of god has to scissor

old cake with stale levers

when once a bald bed burns

then we will shout the time

o as cunt eats dregs

then a lady in a loud country

has to ride to sleep

and a rat of war

sweeps cattle under bodies

..Oh

flitterers under fast fevers

crash inside the park

cripplers of cold creation mas

codes with blind soda

and a dilly burn

sets alight to easy missions

whence we move old tears

then we soothe banged spheres

a handful of flakes heaps a coffin in two

grey tonsilled hands

la la, a lakeful of drakes

dribbles, and mental cans cut a bruised

body hanger where

basketfuls of cakes heat old breads

and a baby snare

snares the easy dead

and a ruby chair

seats a queasy bed,, ahh

a basin on the break

has to swallow skates; a gold car

crashes under Mars

and a bowl of drapes pulls a car across

easy powers where

rollers of flowers hiss for hair

a handful of flakes heaps a coffin in two

twinned coffee brands

la la, a lakeful of wives

worsens as she weeps

ah ah, a babby on a cliff cuts tides

and teasing nostril nudes

loop de loop

and a bun of music swings upon eyes

Oh once upon a gold mine

i overheard a city mind shaping brides

and blithe butted sperm

swipes naves from spermatozoa

amd a cunny perm

pushes fanny beneath rotated glass

a basin on the break

has to swallow Mars

amd fast red head-seizures have to rasp

upon hectors of night and day

ah weepers wail beneath kinemas

ah sleepers sail beneath old minders

and minotaurs

run medusa-evils through with

green patina.... Ice hisses...lips frig

tonsured marble

a marvelous monkey soul has to

ride aside vast trees

a marbler of chimpanzees has to

mount grey ash-trees

and bad bees sting the flowers

and sad streets

spiral adown from veiny vine-leaves

a tonsured petal in a saucepan

boils old hair to death

a murdered devil whose forked breath

fed tawny foals to small deaths

moil inside cars and women

once upon a stung mind, children

fled to a distant county

and orange budders feed chicken

and hungers under bounty

bag nunneriers in holy honey

eagre motored masses are paid

with eaten choristers and grave

tomb-sides

and a bad bone in a beehive

curry-combs empted women

and a bay of kids

crackles inside ten hands

a marvelous monkey soul has to

ride aside glass trees

a shardener of faces has to feed

bald lips with ancient grass feeds

and a drip in a gun

hits sex dramaturgy

and copious histrionics raid greed

and human greed seems flowered

a widener of wounded heroes

cups a titty with hands of yoyos

la, a brandy lady

licks drunken lungs from ponchos

and we ride from death

and we arise from prison-sex

.ah

the reckoners of night and day

adorn de sky where ratted claves

contest the horse-hillled body;

and easy horses jive for de pony

and heated forces

flash into the railings of the moon

.ah

a marvelous monkey soul has to

ride aside vast beads

a muted ruby-bunny has to cede

hot hotel seed with wiccan redes

and a scaramancer of the sleeved

laughs from a pursed receiver

and fast totties smell like fevers

/la la

a tonsured buried captain of life

sails a sunken rose

against five winds where jack-mice

swell up from a rat-trap

and a bonnet under walls has christs

crying in a skull-cap

and we scry for berry boys

and we spy upon caged sex-toys

and the prising pyramid world

hips to a cunt of a meat-beat

/..ssss

hectares of Hectate have to

sleep to a filthy druid-beach

o the sofas in a witching mood

seat cuppas beneath spelt wood

and a spiral of a witch's brew screws

a wand of a warlock's noose

..ssss

as a tether dies out,

as blue weather rides from drought

as a kind mind burns and shouts

then a gizzard in the lap

surely comes to sell shit to cats

and a blithe blonde bunny

bombs slacks with vacant cunny

and the wode of sex-power

sea-slams drippers with flour

and we have the fats and flour

.ahh

eaten easter rooms open wide to

stationers of day and night. Sleuths

slash veiny armour

and a pied aroma of fish-lamour

hastens to strip

salt canes from vital seed-powder

ahhh

Whisperers on moonstones trip

and wolves under sandstones

stop to cut

Out..

weavers of bee-stings rasp

across a honeyed tongues

rivers of wasp-wings star-clasp

upon a mind

and a mug of brine will drum

across a blue wynd

and a plate of silver pulverises

a blonde female scrum

and a killer of kissered guns

shoot angels

o, once when a seat of rind

shaved false beards

o, once when a sea of shears

sliced off vast tears

then a valve of angels

shot wings with bared minds

weavers of bee-stings have rasp

across damp seasands

and a murderer of female masks

strip sex bare

lemon catacombs carry curves and ships

lemon city drones

dram a dog from bones

and an urban face whose easing dick-throne

dams loud God with lips

and we light the midday lamps

and we brighten

ahh

lemon catacombs carry curves and ships

lemon city domes

dam a gourde, and easy easter trips hit

lampshades

ahh

we have the focal names by heart-

the titles of the marked..

and a bended Love loosens poppy-trades

and baby breakers

swallow skin

the steely signals of summer men

slide winters into coves

the easy shingles of autumn men

slide spring into robes

and a rose of pain

trickles under paintings

and a rill of night drowns buildings

and a hill of christs

arouses the raise dead

.ahh

we have five winds by heart-

we know the Numbers on the chart

and we hear hearts

weeping under thunder

..ahh

the steely signals of oven-men must

turn up nude gas.

Debt leaps away from children

Trash heaps arse

and dumnny dummy casks

open chokey cherry when

babies drive

..ahh

we have the ashen names by heart-

we know the Murders in the dark

and feinted dog-pules

will arouse a pig for certain

the pushers of valleys cut dinners from trays

the usher of bodies

hush up a dirty kinema

and a filmic lobby

leads kitchens into phlegm

and a mystic bobby

abuses heaven's telescopes

laas minds flow by, a naked microscope

has to watch over rain

laas wind boys cry

a naked bagger of purple skein

rocks cold sperm

and a lady on a keg has to fasten ferns to

easy sockets.

the pushers of valleys cut dinners from trades

the pullers of ballets

harden, and a pandemic blind city of graves

nooses snoods with alleys

and the whipper of currents

has to suck an electric plug fron a volleyed

fitter of a fox

the idylls of a knock hammer daisies

the rivals of a rook

snaps axe-heads with

a blase cat-of-tails whose easter crib

craps upon trashed tea

and we hiss

and we abuse outelbowed bladder-crests

,,o

the pushers of valleys cut dinners from raised

dinner-tables,

and the wives in a separating grave

scheme upon idols

and god's idols must starve

old odes to reason collonise a coral isle

cld souls in season

sink rat-faxes into rhythm

and a coffin on a plate

teeters a tripper behind teasing drakes

and a bone on a hill

swallows mam's margarine

Eyes see sweat..

Minds feed Debt..

Slides show specimens...

we took our evil raft when

dyed water swam from old gism

we soaked sweat-steeples when

cried father sprang from prison

and a thinning bird

hastens to hum for words

and a moth in my barge

is caught inside a butterfly.

we took our evil raft when

dyed water swam from gold gems

o once upon a veined mind

the diggers of a panned sky

star-shrouded deceivers with skinned

rubber tenets

and a bland hornet stings a bee

and a hanger's lip

straps candies across green oceans

and a bag of ships

dresses dusty drips with lotion

and we trample

accidental steeples

we took our evil raft when

dyed water swam from death's prism

we cut off our feet

we hurled broods into blue gaol,

and writers on the wheat

take haygold

and riders upon shaved sleep rolls

green knolls

ahh

and a bland hairnet stings cum-hair

and a ramming jet

heaps sex deep

and a berry-beat has to snareth

all cars and every single prayer

we took our evil raft when

dyed water swaped easy gems.

i took a little ride across the sentry stones

i gathered up wives

and my neural mind crosses

closed palms with baby-brides

and i took a little ride across the hardened

baby-bunting whose coded eyes

blink from blindness

oan LA curse dons a hearse as

naked nubile kisses sink inside hearses.

i took a little ride across the sentry stones

i gathered up brides

and a son of sin sharpens budded foam

and a sea of spun gardens

snaps belfries from fountains

ah ahi have told a lovely lie

ah ah i have sold us a painted tie

and the gods of masques

serry skeins with warders

o a budded homeshow washes hands when

a draggler of diamonds

shows an evil horn to a minotaur

and a sea of sirens

serves bells to hot gems

O i hasten to a sky of devs

O i listen to eyes as ship of heads

shoots Gins dead

and ashen buddy bread gets cooked

and waxen baby legs

suck a neon cut from a sea of beds

i took a little ride across the sentry stones

i gathered up both eyes

and my nueral mental tribe

dons lions

and old naked thrones have to see lies

leading pugs to drones

Uh Uh Uh..

once upon a soul, i went back home.

the riders of the evil rain have come to

summon christ from weather

the lovers of the seagulls have come to

summon light from evil pleasure,

and a sea of fins

force rats down hymns

and, o-la, once upon a dream, we moved

easy wives to tears

the riders of the evil ran has come to

summon christ from paper

and a poo in two hands has to murder

blue salts with pepper mother

o-la-la

eyes eat thru thuribles

wives screw hens to roubles

and we spend upon a jacksea when

saint-hooded bagels

are nicely toasted with the use of gem

i exposed my ten inched watch

i dreamt about lynched

fruits

but my soft head turned

yet my crushed bed burned

up, up, inside a closed world

the riders of the evil rain have come to

summon lice with

clenching winter; and spring and summer

and melted autumns

mate with mods and put sex under

closed brides whose aimless slumber

glows just like mad Mother..

the purtive pushers of pandemic easy men

write words upon a pure rain

the fertive kisses of america hisses when

wide birds swing upon fast grain

and a velvet bell

rings old horses

and a sylvan cell

gets locked down where easy veins

crash against blue foxes

, O, once when i was nipped, i sent

catheaded dog-men to an isle of sense

and my mad words hyped

after jackers of day and venereal night;

and a bone of wells

drops pissy pound-coins down swelled

baby rock

the pertive pushers of pandemic easy men

writhe upon the corn

ah, men within women jig for hot bitumen

ah, men, sun-spind,

heats a doddy flower where Bethlehem

erects towers to the cars on mum's cliff

Oh a bed of signal wisdom

abuses a dreary broom....O, sirens

snap a bell of vinegar

around kitchens; and an ancient cinema

ravels into filmic fusion

and a reeler of this kiss-proofed world

warps statues with motel screens

the purtive pushers of pandemic easy men

write words upon pure pain

oh, heaters of radio listen to deadly rain

oh, killers of radio missions

cries in the radio dark

fetid blood udders are milked by dilly maids

scented love

laps cow-cream;

and the pints of god grasp a milky tea

then a branded silk-grave

hisses across gold-top..

Uh a swooner on a float has to seize

reeling tears from coffee lofts

and a fetid boat-wreck

wrenches milk-eyes

and, as we dance, a native clotted deck

dollops sorbet upon chill christs

murderers in a dairy cathedral has to

neck a bone of cocoa

and a kind killer in christ's dairy moves

easy hands upon liquid screws

and a bed of unigates will dip de bruise

deeply down

inside

a creamy soured clot-clown

...

oo?

while very well built, we had nothing up top

while sunny sex milked

cream from angel fingers, then a sea of cots

rocked just like a heart; O, as candy slots

dip a caramel into toffee

i we ride for sweet lusts

and a sex ravine heads to the porn-west

and a sex trampoline

nooses heads under hands, arms and vests

,.,

we are assigned to a jostler of a harness

we are consigned to

eaters of eagle saps

and a bay in a regal raises blood from desked

caners of coded laps

kodachrome nips poppy-saps

coded foam folds dunny gals inside sweet clap

and a burst of braille

dictates pleasure to a blind girl's sails

and a veil of fans

flashes fanny into a bedazzled sea-glans

and horses on the crap

dig stallion seed underneath mared caps

and we dig red bunny

and we fix false mummy

the faceless jacker of de jackal's tummy

tunnels into shredded biscuit moneys

sss when a badgered blown bed heaps sand

ss when a damager of stone dregs

shoot pinenuts from a ridge

i shall poke my bony finger at a city's head

and hindermost candy

clarifies Madam Bundy

and a stroke of arms charms a spread palm

and i take needs on holiday..

uuthe slease bait of a magic sex mine

digs deep for dairy gold

uuwhile very well built, we held minds

beneath brawls where idiot canisters climbed

such sad trees sex climbed

and a buttery binary bomb shoots stays with

kiddy thunder-tracts

and a tiddler of a cat copulates with swum pigs

and the slease bait of a magic sex wynd

whips a stockinged dilly brandy swine

once upon a doll, i ate my grey buttock when

idiot chained floes

fed a faceless crow to lunar ploys of sex-wrens

and aces of snapped floes

raise a riven romancer from white troves

.....

idioms of lady laughter swipe ticks from loaves

aah ah

,romancers of robbed radios slice brogues

and a sky of paints

pads like a molten mumma

and a demons boom along girls' fishy fields

and blueberry hills

anoint napes with chiller cherries

and anointers of drills delve deep for wheels

ah O o-la!!!

creations has to knot its monkey

ah O o-La!!!

dilation has to shop blind honey

ah O o-la -la

unn

FINITO.

i espy some buttock-milk

la i define a bottom-death; and silk

swallows phlegm

i espy some bollock-milk

la i derive cheeky time as old men

ride shitty rain

and the clouds of the dead stain

blurred states with

coded sitting arse-grids

i rode to sweet shitting rest

and eyes poo right now

bloody blonde-headed fire starters

swallow eddied flowers

ruddy drag-embedded farters

father latrines

and a face under peeing fire

heats a doll;

and the clouds of Israel sire

seraphic strangers fron spires

and Jewish worlds catch fire

bloody blonde-headed fire starters

wallow in sheet rain

and faces drop from closed trains

,l,

leaders of dreamt dreams

abuse a nightmare scene

la, readers of bent dreams

accuse a dreamer's sun-beam

and a mental castle

leads a lip to a muscle

hah we raided stencils

and we raided paint

and we shaved suns away from

bodies of rivals

leaders of dreamt dreams

die for sleepers

and dreams outgrab

i cogitate on emptied cabs

& we float down lonely hills

& we kiss our town

o a bow of fire liquifies sound

& we float down lonely hills

~& a sea of hearts

swallows wavy oceans

and drowned boats grab

a knifed sea-sun

helios of sadness suck crabs

radios of madness

swing forevermore

& we float down dirty hills

and we drive a cab

& we float down empty hills

& we catch the sun

& we cry for jacked

beachy bums

eaters of natural sinners fill

blue glasses with cuts

inside an outelbowed face, wallets

pay for leather..

Deep wars shall murder

obolisks of pure purdah

o a wife of shaven faces latches

domesday to eaten fathers

killers of cavvy cages have to smother

fields of glass

and a rider of mammas

yields dumb gas

plashy doctors heal the dead as brothers

piss inside a dream

and a dog of cream

whisks ermine

clotted vermin scuttle under screens

pitted old men

sweat for a loud grave

and an idol hen lays eggs under

sidlers and cartoons

the ideal magical wife who cums

directly at half-past-ten

must read my palm

o ideal magical christs who strum

a penile guitar

have to stab a false cross

and a purse under moss

pays for ivory

and ideal magical wives will strum

cunt-hipped sitars.

o a guilty lever leads rams when

a dog of a person sleeps

;and a gun of mites feels for heat

and men run a mad mile

the ideal magical wife who cums

directly where clocks cry

heaps holsters when

balded bakermen suck on lies

Laas diamonds drool then

green wives sparkle

fishermen of mermen

hook a fish of flame

fishers of old pain never heal

O a bum of masks

shoots a dolly plateau

and we trip a weired halo

and we dance

dishers of dabblers shadow

a sawn radio permit

kisses of rodeos hear grain

shooting dead hits

fishermen of mermen

hook a fish of flame

kisses of dead men caresss

dunny cheap glasses

endlessness harbours us

deadliness fathers us

END

a haloed imbecile whose angelic mask

shoots God from the hip

right here and now kisses a truant lip

and a kind canny female

who pays for sex-trips

enters into nudes as the band plays

a haloed imbecile whose angelic arse

shots Gods from hayricks

take hay-long holidays where slits

splay porn-thumbs

we harden as we kill sweet guns

we sever a bloodied mind-hill

and dusty gardens fill with weals

and a coded kind miss

cums

we came into a crowded town

and a factory of astounded sounds

abuse knitting machines;

and the brawls of day

brain-thump a dirty grave when

coastal killers heed latrines

a haloed imbecile whose angelic past

time-travels to nowhere

rasps for body cocks

and as body-crocks trip the clock

then idioms of fear

shed petrol tears..

o we take a hay-long holiday to

a hot red beach where skies of blue

set alight to dizzy oceans

la we take a hay-long holiday when

easy lifeboats sail into a

swift heaved length of drowned men

and we will surely send

canoes and yachts to sleep.

when once a petrol seizure reaps

sufferers of ragged radios

a soaker of a jagged crow

has to weep under pink eyes; Oh,

once upon a mad mind

eyes burned up and glowed just like

a widener of cold skins...

skeins of listening lovers leap mice

veins of glistening fathers

fall to death's dreamed feather

and a muscler of a dog-christ heels

aside cats where crows

cry for comfortable carrion..

i we take a hay-long holiday to

a soft red beach where skies of blue

strike a lady-match

and my gal we surely suffer

helter-skelters of sand castles

and we listen to Mamma

and we hiss across caves of fever

grainy graveyards strike a match

veiny trainyards suck love's snatch

uh uh uh

,mmmmmmm

O-la!!!!

when out of soul and mind

when out of body

irises of Isis will cut the mind

when out of mind and brain

when out for baby

ilexes of old times suck veins

and a boy who moans

and a girl who groans

will come back homeward

and a crow sings for children

and a toad squelches under

blurred hills where gold summers

sweat blood-pain

architects of night and day

ram de powders down graves

and men who seeem gravely ill

will loosen skin with easy kills

la la, a bum of bonces star-slave

old kinemas when

grey cinematics cut chillin'

choppered rude wild sirens

when out of soul and mind

when out of bodies

irises of Isis will cut season

and self will soften wisdom

and a bird of night

sings at the edge of light;

O-La!

i will cum homeward

O-La!

i will gun grey curs

and a mental dog cuts

cured curves where butts

seal canes in nuts

rutters of sweet death cups

easy queasy breasts

putters of sweet sex rests

beneath blurry berry-nests

and we leap for a mutt

when out of soul and mind

when outside de bodies

irises of crisis cunt-create

luminous and bared cathedrals

,and i count on timed

city damage

and i spunk up on my mind

when out of soul and mind, loss

bleeds upon a duped cold Cross

and the marks of Man

serve drinks to old grey Pan

and the roads of Love

glister

and when out of soul and mind

and where sadness chimes

then a naughty lying bird

lays silk

and tea-dregs dam cut milk

what with chalks, sticks and

fatal stations

we hurried to sex as islands

banged a bad mansion;

and the caves under seas

noose natal waved suns and

what with chalks, sticks and

fatal natrons

we buried a bone in a banned

ocean banner..

we are rocked deep inside

a cocking horse and a funeral bride

we are rocked when times

hurl a statue at a chair of eyes

and a stationary idiot mind

sticks flashed fingers under eyes

Lo!!!

yeah!!!!

Ho!!!

Eh?!"

...

END

cinders of naked feathers light a blue fire

minders of sacred rivers

ignite raised lovers

and a bending fever feeds zithers to

coded photographic funeral pyres

o a starry body shines inside the sun

o a leering moggy

mines deaths

and a gun of sex shoots dead sex

and a blithe star-saviour

glistens

cinders of naked feathers light a blue fire

minders of painted rivers

ignite a crazed blonde spire

and we ditch doom deniers

and we pitch for Loss

and we dine upon a baby jesus-cross

Oh..

eyes of silence hear visions under code

spies of violence

wash blind hands in souls

and a bed of money

stashes

one billion funeral robes

the daughters of the death-deceived

hasten to a midnight hour

the porters of a blinded flower

tree-binds bones to waters

and a bed of snakes

causes reptilian dreams

and daughters of deniers mix up

de fats and de flours

a cakey pissing pusher of grey sluts

writes upon the corn

a shakey hissing vulture

spring-cleans a sun of dawn

and a starry skein

lashes usherettes to cups

the daughters of the death-deceived

hasten to a midnight flower

and a belt of binaries

bellows about a strapped lap of babies

and a sovereign hour

kick-starts a broken heart

endless fawning faces take rubies

underneath blinding doom

the easy orange counties where i made

my easy sex-death

has come home to see a boy in a grave

o a bier of ash

has come to slash

easy castles with brains and suet

and a bony sash

sinks a belly into a bun

and we look at the midnight sun

the easy orange counties where i made

my easy self-death

has come home to see a boy on a blade

o a tree of mash

masks up when

baby-buntings have to suffer old men

once upon a bad mind

i jumped true sense and blew women

ahhh

the jacking jackals of the dead

arise from heaped bruises

o tapping angels hit upon nooses

and eyes beneath ivories

lay waste to easy nunneries

o hacking kind coughs capture wasps

and a bowl of wine

whines

once aside passion, i heard the sea

crying for a murdered country

and a bed of rice

serves spice to mice

and a sea of brine

drowns in a blown mind

the jacking jackals of the dead

arise from heaping bruises

o tapping titters trap salt sluices

and a silver fish

swallows lips

.,.

endlessness shines like a fayre

emptiness cries like a prayer

weevils under old abandoned oatmeal

suck maggots from wine

la la, eagles under souls

lash dogs to sleighs

and a worm at my ear hisses under wheels

and i watch blue wheels turn

weevils under old abandoned fishmeal

cuts jackets from worm-brine

la la, seagulls under dolls

lash cats to veins

and a worm at my tears kisses under reels

and i watch the blue wheels burn

o once upon a bad time, where i made

dog men leap from marble

o once upon a mad mind, where i played

dog games with Madam Candle

has to sleep in the vast past

and candelabras play for coastal masks

and me and men are a Venus underglass

and the fatal focal penis of a flower

has to weep for the day

and a day gives way to night's power

and the nights give way to graves

.,.oo

weevils under old abandoned oatmeal

sucks maggots from brine

ha ha, swaggerers under eels

suck a cat's head from heaven's mines

and we dig for daisies

and we swig ald rabies

and a flukey fast boy

is overjoyed

eyes were unlidded once

spies were blind writers once

and a bad dog in a mouth

listens to a cat's tongue

o eyes were leaded once

spies where fine lovers once

and mad words set sail

for easy tight Japan

we have the birds of Israel

come cheeping at out door

we have the curs of Ishmael

comes creeping under wars

and a ward of wetness has

a bad mind for its girl

and coded city gardens

chops a laden city voodoo

eyes were unlidded once

spies were blind leaders one

and a bad dog in de south

listens

and we have a horned angel

crying for Abaddon

and we have old missions

weeping at munitions

and we told the time

once upon a manor, homes

dropped

dead,,

i once had a vernal girl who

overwashed her hands

o i once wed a red world

and when clocks trip sands

and when crocks spill vans

then my vast closed body

will noose a sea of screws

.,.

once upon a cove, i moved

all my brains to tears

once upon a toad, i smoothed

all my veins with fear,

and i am reeling in the East

and i am feeding from Japan

ahh.

i once had a vernal girl who

overwashed her face

o i once wed a red world

and my mouth feeds fountains

and my teeth cut mountains

and my bad body

brags about soda syphons

and city sirens burn

ahh.

once upon a toad, i moved

all my veins to tears

once upon old weirs, i soothed

baby kisses with

grey flowers

and a cot of ice hits upon

scarlet sorry suns

and a moon of masks cums

deeply down a dippy gun

ahh.,.

they told me when i was born

that faces would submerge

fast bodies into christs

they told me when i was formed

that stasis would purge

all men and all sad knights

and coded passing fields

will stop to love

medieval rubbish

endlessness slides like a snake

emptiness glides like a lake

and we weevil under lice

and bald worms seem nice

all of the time.

these happy hatless days when i

cry for endless praise

have now eaten underneath eyes

and a bride of days

marries sex to skies

and a mind of summer cuts graves

with delicate decorous trades

once aside a mind, i heard the dead

weeviling inside a gourde

and a worm of words eats birds

and a dizzy maggot at a nerve

has to hiss across blue tears

these happy hatless days when i

cry for books of clay

have now written poems for knaves

and my bed of iron

fashions body sleep

and my head of zion

fastens bulbs to meat

we dreamt all about the son of man

we feel for a wall and

heap lice upon balde seasands

and the Leda at the back

lays right back upon a chimney-stack

and there is china on our brains

and we walk a long march

back home, where old museums

play histories to arches

these happy hapless days when i

cry for eaten glades

have to hiss across a vale of blades

and i curry-comb

a horsed cunt whose stallion flava

rides side saddle in five winds

.,.

la la la

ah ah ah

we will have to fuck into deadness

we will always suck on foals

and the mind is filled with

live lithe faces

and the sun in lunar rain has to fix

old teeth to flashing roads

,.,.

THE END

the soapy cinemas where i made my trade

hip to a dizzy filming snare

and a shop of slides pinions dials with hair

and the drying shampoo of the laid

lashes usherettes to vile screens

la la

the soapy cinemas where i used my blade

trips to a giddy filming prayer

and a store of light ignites the world tonight

and, ah ah, we are the visors of the grave

la la

these emptied ravelled fists of soft light

layers baby-tunes into waters

and the kinematic void swoons, and laughter

serenades dogs aside blue lip

la la

these soapy cinemas where i made my trade

skip to a body on the rise

and usherettes of silk will always show lies

and an old-time chock ice

must palm cinematics as bellers of wide wives

dip a starlet inside a sock..

..Ohh

burning midnight embers slap a digital wrist

and the audio towns where auditoriums

radioed a city's american sun

stops to love..

ashen layabouts crusade for a hot bald day

stricken under shouts,

me and my bonny girl head into drought

and a green shield buddy

tree-hangs an oak apple with a mummy

and we are in the mummy cloths

and we are raised up high where daddies

pour wheat on sticks

ashen layabouts crusade for a hot balled ballet

o, a lion on a cliff

roars after dogs as a laden mamma's valley

drags veins for tawny

heretical lips;

and a teeny in a kiss

clams up deep inside

and a lawn of lice loops maggots into galleres

me and madam scarlet have to travel home

underneath blue veins and masters

me and madam varlot have to shovel bone

deeply down a mansion on a tiff

and a house of gods will

serenade death as green nights fall down

around a fazed town

chalks and tunes and ticks

tan a feline hide

chalks and runes and sticks

ram a canine bride

and the sun at night enters into rain

and the mind of light

sahines down from pens and hayricks

./.

FINISH.

pens and plural poems peer inside

coded zen

men and female skin has to ride

against the tides

and a bed of bones

breaks

uh pens and plural poems peer

inside a dyed world

when a house of sucrose sears

old seas

then a mouse of laid love hears

all songs

and a pinning pusher of tears

reels inside the East

pens and plural poems peer inside

coded gems

and we died

the pushers of plaintive noise have to

scream down all days

the riders of paiinted boys

screams down all graves

and we arise to find a cunt-cave

cracking under crapped rock

the pushers of plaintive noise have to

cream up and up

the bikers of a sawn slut

collides with coffee cups

and a car upon a layb has to cut

out,....

we have the names by heart

we have the names of the dark

and we sail to death

and we sink for sex

and we have the hissing wrecks

sliding down a mouthed

skirt

and we got hurt?

pens and plural poems peer inside

a balded buddy world

pens and murals

foam at the lips,

and a car of hits sucks up pearls

and a van-driver

vans the air with liars

the punishers of self seem to

wire cats to dogs

the kissers of blithe welts move

whips to old fires

the buds of the slaughtered nude

cut keen flowers

and my sea of death

sinks into eyes

and my faceless body grinds

dyed teeth

pens and plural poems peer outside

neon children

pins and pugs and vagina pushers

have to count in the mind

sex hymns and dizzy fathers grind

dogs to sex-dust

and a car of wine drives into

pylon pealers

and a bud of glass hears the void

hiding god's feline leaders

pins and pugs and vagina eaters

have to shout from the spine

sex limbs which

shatter in a ditch

will motion motels into grey wine

and we cry all the forced time/

the riders of trainsmen cut up

all false tickets

and we loosen carriages when dust

fills up with remits

and a bone at sea catchers dust

the sea-daubed herons in a hedon tree

heat sweets where drugs flower

the sea-swabbed helen in a loud tree

drops leaves like beads

and the sun at night shines upon leas

and a gum of passion

shoots a salt mission

ah.

the easy anal writers of the mad verb

sells vain books to killers

the peasy anal riders underneath curves

ride for lost woman

and my two clapped hands see birds

crying in loud trees

ah.

the sea-daubed neon in a father tree

causes plums to fall

the star-clawed lover of a mad hall

drops roses under bees

and we laugh at the star of Man

and we listen

the beakers in a baby-mouth glistens

the reapers under dollies

shape indigo boys

and the jeering light where toys

cried in a playing heart

the sea-daubed herons in a hedon tree

falls to a drowned Earth

the river-runners of Eve and Adam

take a nude trip to the slides of birth

and we lay tastes under macadam

and we raise huge dreams

bad bunnies break..

the cashiers of illegal plastic money

serve coins to thefts

the cashiers of regal spastic honey

serve notes to wrecks

and we climb from the earth when

honey families must

clamber and climb.

the words we used to know have

dropped into sadness

the birds we used to own grab

scarlet madness

and the eyes of the killed

stab oat cakes

and the wives of the filled

crap upon deadness

once aside a knife, a hot hill

fell down into high seas

once, when slammed, oak trees

trampled easy flowers

and a yard of pure fire

sets alight to idiot sapphires

the cashiers of illegal plastic money

serves coins to thefts

and marmalade honeys suck thefts

and we look down under

red-eyed baby-dummies

hired grey water

drinks bullets dry..

ballers of bad transits hasten to the Void

dragglers of sad star-lifts

lift lissoming lovers when

easy grey forefathers whine under lips

and a bed of christs causes god

to dream just like women

and as we ride from deep death

and as we slide

we will come to know the clitoris

haulers of bad transits hasten to the Void

and a builder of fast faces

afixes false teeth to high-rise spaces

and we weep for sleep

and we cry for angels

ballers of bad fishnets hasten to the

eager eaters of day and night. Birds

swing as they cheep

and a bowl of creeps

summon spider-heat

though we are sad to pray

although we must seize the grave

we will always supper after heat

,and the rainbow in a pure rose

swallow hens with gold boy-heat

i have idolised a time of day when

time is just a clock on a wall

i have mentioned time

but time is just a watch in a mind,.

Death drools near

Faces disappear..

END..

although we are proud to pray

although we dance in a bay

we will certainly never find why

seas are affixed to the sky

and a baby in the Thames

will shiver as she river-cries

and a river in a bed

soaks drowners in wet dreams.

although we are keen to play

althought we dance in the day

we will surely never seem to

pull green peacocks down

and peahens on the prance

dance, dance,

and we heed the moon's glance

and all arms are turned askance

,,.o

easy shaven women cut plants

peasy raven children

suck gardens

and we own the growing ones

and we own old women

and old women dig for guns

..and we slant..

the faces in a pig-void cum

deepy down where hot buns

die of cooking eggy dreaming

and pantries of phlegm

dollop falsies inside screaming

dancy ceilings

and we shed gold seed

although we are proud to pray

although have never played

i and i must nuke away all steeds

blue weeds are dug from earth

loud dreams

sink sponges into spades

and the fields of wheat here raid

rude birth

and a cage of comers carries

dangerous nights where cut biddies

swipe sand from huge waters

blue weeds are dragged from earth

nakedness

weeps for gardens

and the killer in sweet rye curves

combed killers with

severed ravens

mental mind-cysts wash nerds

scented vein-mists

nuke naked names as burnt wrists

sink phlegms into caverns

and a bed of bakers

baked caked meats where fists

get star-strangled

green dweebs dangle after

loud staplers of hanging fathers

and a doctored flower

grows down, down

and mean seed sheds laughter

and the sun moves..

END

o to be dragged by the high-heels

underneath bows and rashes

must remind us now about fields

and the smell of rats

o to be dragged by high-heels

underneath shoes and lashes

must remind us now about

weepers and mourning doubt.

o to be dragged by the high-heels

beneath a borrowed rainbow

will certainly sail easy ships

and a bell at night rings fish-meal

and a dad of war

sands a mummy cloth with

dizzy head-words

o to be dragged by the high-heels

heats up rose-pop where

lousy woodlice suck a worm;

old deaths smile and leap

and a baby of the hour

heightens beds with cake-flour

la la we wash the watchtower when

grey termites piss on meat

queasy creamy tigers roar for

peering skies whose wet wards

wipe tears upon blind prick-paws

and angels in a wing

wallah after death and fatal swings

crashdown for infant mind-limbs

and a crusader in a sex

crusades after monetary sex.

i have entertained bunnies

la i have terminated shadow-mess

and radio dunes

sing for colt cartoons

o o o o

weirdness walks just like a kid

sadness stalks aside old pigs

and a navel on the blonde-rise

hammers daisies with nude dives

and a classical clown

dances at the end of time

ah ahh

we are loosened by wine

we are trapped under vines

..we are sentenced to mime

and we are layered by

emptiness

when once a blue saint cries

when once naked paints writhe

we will serenade old blood-blind

moon vixens

and the senses of chinese sky

cups breasts around defectives

and the whorling world of sirens

sticks needles into naked

knife swingers

and baby god holds his killers

with two acient boiled fingers

ah ice on a ledge snaps gingers

ah christ on a sedge

sinks dollars into kindlers

and a baked girl-wedge enters

curled bullshit round

rotated mind-levers

and a ball of baskets shivers

o-la the fathers of the world

enemise gas with pearled

bully beats

.and sidlers of sleep furl

dizzy damsels where oil

drizzles into labia

and a clit at night renders

pigs from cannd lip-flava

olives seem shaven

palmed violets appear crazed

and a soapbar in the garden

swing up from apple trees

o, a sward of a son heaves

feinted fatal logic

and grey icons found in beads

count the tocsins of

severing blue-bound bell-dogs

sssssssssss

we have swelled up for claws

we have donned evil scores

we have delved after whores

and bruisings sea-psalms

gnaw on buds as beery balms

bathe crooks in embrocations

...

THE END?

there is a soft angel crying in my head

there is a spinning lover

pinioning my soul to a clasped mirror

and all the worlds of death

drink sin dry,

and a bather in the sky

slides off inside blood-ruin

and there is a soft woman burning sex.

when an alarm of days grips to oils

we will hire a baby to a coil

and the pyres of Man stroke a drip

and the tyres of Japan

turn a dolly key in a paddock.

there is a soft angel crying forever

o there is a sunny singer whose flava

hoops skirts with veins

and the number of the sun jacks rain

and the thunder of the reined

hammers daisies to horses

when an alarm of graves spits soils

we will hide a bobbin in a moiled

starry idiot diamond

and a ship of fools sails into drivers

and we heap grey sirens

ahhhh

the keystruck cuckoo of old peppers

burn for the king's canary

and the eyes of nudes

seer a blind mind.

the mental stains of a whipper's world

sweat mush

the scented veins of a snipper's world

sweat lust

and a grave of dust

drops muds upon girls

and the seasands learn of drowned pearls

when a madam moves aside salt rain

weevils will concede maggots to grain

and the beds of death

cause fatal sleep

and a dream of veins heats a soft mane

the mental stains of a whipper's world

sweat musk

the spreaded trains of a ripper's girl

drop dog-rusks

and a bone of vaginal night

centres domes under darkness

when a madam stains her peahen coat

then we will cum back

homeward

and cunny canes must cause welts.

ashen eaters of oestrogen have to

jack the dogs of war

ashen beaters of coded hens have to

jazz inside dog-claws

and a mind of mush

must eat bled musk

and a skein of clay crashes upon

blue headed cock museums

o the hands of sand soothe the flowers

o islands in drams

dress cake with water

and a skull on the ride hears edams

dropping coke into sedans

ah, a copious creator of a mad son

weds a daddy to a dreamer

ah, a copious curator of a sad son

sweats optics

and we skate for bread

and we raise the dead

always.

the waxen wide bushes of the dead and gone

strangle beads with bare hands

the waxing blind rushes of

deadly diamond crashes under closed drams,

and an isle of doctors

drizzles rain with fire

and waxen wildness

sea-handles cobra thrushes

o the wives of evening scatter smatters

o the brides of heaving

smash, and we have the eyes of March made

keen as the dead

and we drop darjeeling

and we stop the ceiling

waxen wide clashes cut capons on two

la la, a boat of bread

sails down to moving pictures

and a wolf of wheat

rams a soft yield

under the Thames where sky-dyed dudes

die out..

the jammers of malus angels

snap an anvil from a stape

and an ear of corn

snaps coded cochleas

o we used the ear to find hot tears

and we listen to the dawn

once aside a mind, night's paint

covered easy candy with

green flights of dogs and kids

and a grey easel

snaps sex brushes

and we eat into weevils

the jammers of malus cradles

snap an angel from a stape

and an ear of porn

craps upon eagles

and seagulls storm a snake

and god's sight is stormed

fay fazed sex-architects form

blue braziers

grey lazed cock-defects swarm

against pissers

and pullers of kissers

crusade for cunny grippers

the gay world is set on fire

the hired hills are burned

and a whore in a pylon wires

radios to weeble mien

we are eager to pray for father

we are mental

we are bombed by day

we are stoned by night

and life leads our veins to water

the easy shows of midnight

ram daughters into grey life

and we pray for de father

eaters of robins must heed light

reapers of dauphins

will slip a tear into wept larders

and we buy dolphins

and we ride to drowned lovers

the easy shows of midnight

ram brothers with instant mummas

and a tree of tramps

begs for city grease

and we ignite phlegm with feathers

once upon a mine, i saw gold

crying when eating a mined soul

and eyes fly

and minds writhe

under mallow where men heave.

salty soothing parcels

send stamps to cradles

old eaters of candles send mussels

back to sea

and a writer of the void

stamps a backbone with a boy

and we sail for anvils.

easy eaters of sexy samphires

have to dine on whelks

o, family flavours

must kill death, and incest

dances with the killers

and sin looks in mirroers

salty smoothing parcels

send stamps to tables

old patters of pushers pile cables

up, up, where

a dilly demotic snare

traps a coat inside blue angels

once when we were too young

we cut a wrecked flower

and we listen to a TV tower

and we hiss inside blind lungs

old god pulled down his nazi knickers

rolled love spilled

easy brown, and we ride from kickers

and pull lace from hills

o, o,

a bully in a brace binds death to feathers

a dolly in a mace

defaces doggy mines

and an aged drug

drops down false plugs

o, o,

once upon a mind in an ashed world

pigged eyes laid waste to mammaries

and i have entered once again

into the green zion of the waterbead

old god pulled down his nazi knickers

rolled loveage resounds

and a blonde book about lazy clowns

serenades dogs with lipped

vulture rock

we have summoned darkness under

grey nests

we have seasoned deadness under

fazed necks

and death's drawn lever uses thunder.

Huh

And christ pulled down his dunder knickers

ha, a rite of dolls

dragged mites from foals

and a light of Downs hits blood with coal

and we seize bled skippers

and christ pulled down his dunder knickers

ha, a rise of wool

wraps dusts in sandal bloods

and a computer love-byte hastens to cold

and a father to a rude height

wraps razors in huge water

o as a baptiser of pure milk saints de soul

then youths and mamma will clothe

a baby-bunter with a bad body-flower

o as christeners of pure silk

stain girl-satan, then an incher of foals

will certainly ride into the veins

and christ pulled down his dunder knickers

and Life pulled off its sandy skirts

and a worm of ice

sticks slugs into mice

hah hah ...

and jesu dropped his violet kecks as hurt

spurted arrow-seed at seas of pert

city dreamers

and a bath of hammers sailed a toy sail

beneath a wintry summer's father-veil

and jesu dropped his violent handrail

where, blenched, a bleaching of mien

snapped verboten comers

o as a baptiser of red milk saints de whole

banana body of christs

then mules sing hosannas to a sea of rice

and demure decorous dolls

drain a shitted lip from winged angel-bols

once aside a bible-mind, we heard night

snapping blind day inside blind sight

and a bone of blown blood

bangs upon a stoned dog

and we share rats with cocoons.

what with diamond gizzards smoking sails

what with diamond rivers

raising arouser's pints from golden tails

we will certainly have to quiver for

thunder dusts and doggy sedan-cores

and we are riven to the blue bone

and we are driven under

blown balls of bedded speculum-thunder

and what with diamante killers

come crying at the mashed bit

we will certainly have to stone rolled nips

and blood nipples on the moon

share missives with cocoons

and a wallop of a whipping boy heeds clips

shedding sweet seed from a blue moon's

tardy caned clitoris

o-la the digger of a salt-circus has to

soothe awed hands with bruising truths

and the skein of the colour true has to

save dark birds with spun screws; and, la,

as we ride to holy sleep

ha, as we glide from country heat, cars

will surely blind us with dog-dayed scars

and radial riders of the Thames

will certainly hiss in the tears of the Towy

and archangels of thunder-nerves

will crisscross cellves with blunder-curves

and maluses deafen cold cuts with

catty heroes of messed slut-clips

and a crooner in a bed pan shoots slits

with cranial fingers

ahh

what with diamond geizers smoking sails

what with pullied pusher men

plying dots with wives

we have to hasten to seizures under eyes

and we pull a pisser from culled seasons

and we drizzle milks upon cunt-tribes

and we heap horses beneath blue knights

with chalks and feathers and dunder-nerves

whistlers whistle in a fountain-head

o where marble fevers

flash into the dark, a hand-maid to bread

slops soft crusts down a bay of scisssors

and the silk-lips down the easy pan

hide rolled biscuits found in my cistern

and wihat with chalks and rubber broads

we must always chant for mental whores

what with hawks and phlegms and

reapers of pigs stalk

and waders of figged rock

blithe maiden melters will gorge crash,

and easy riders rock upon a gashed

blithe stool

oh a pelter in a rule measures corks

oh a helter on the drool

layers dragoners with yoyo fooled

adult children

and a mike in an amp abuses

codas of cicadas and blown nooses

kickers of picklers in the painted park

walk cats inside gold dogs

snippers of devil Hitlers sunder clogs,

and a clock timed by god's hearts

ticks a crazy candle

and writhers of sundials ride upon

vast valleys where a nipper of darts

hurls dangerous shadow where

dolly marks melt into urban hair

//.

we have chalks and whites and petals

we turn a petrol face unto

cobras of slitherers whose blues

cannot stop rude metals

and the harps of sleuths suck up

damsel dragonflies and eaten shut

cunted brawl-nuts,

and we sermon after easters and

we siren after a body in a festive pram

and loaded slow-wormed snood

shoots a leather baby...

roods rootle for a jacked hay-cheek

and laden mangers feed sleep with

tawny lovely buzzer worlds

./.

END

and a seascape filled with criminal easels

and dreamscapes drilled with painted seagulls

we will serenade a winged table

and we count to ten

and we shout

and we drained the river Thames

as a bed of splinters hammers dust, skulls

ravel into boned minds

and we count to ten

and we shout aloud

and we act piss-proud

once upon a boat, we sailed for dolls and

easy riders of shrouds

heap hands upon ermine

bird lime in Lime Regis has to dollop

golden pigeon poo on human eyes

birdies inside a penis

shouts for sugared seas

and a cot of wax sucks kiddy beads

as a shreded bullock cuts his cows

as a bedded padock

turns under locked crowds

then a heap of blood-lead will ride

against blurred haddocks

bird lime in Lime Regis has to dollop

golden body-poo

underneath parcels which open nudes

and we rock the sun

and we suck a gun

whistlers of wheatfields have to rot

and we have time left to rot

charmers of chambers curry-comb

eased mines where weird old bone

bangs babies into lime

o, as fast as a clock, a town of stone

eats under minds

and we think of loving

and we hear brass-rubbings

and we hasten to a pricked

bible-chain

charmers of chambers curry-comb

eased vines where spidery sloanes

push a wide life

a bastard that breaks illegitimate bread

has to kill his real dad

a bastard who

rains down, down

will suck a giddy jumping pissed bed

and we learn about

nothing at all

we have the jammy names by heart:

the criminal easels and the

cruel carrion sound of painted

eaten seagulls

and we danced adown a bad hall

and we shout

and we rout

everything.

these daddy-days have to

summon rocks for pits

these sassy grave of men who

have nothing but lips

must fasten dogs to coded crews

and we catch a nightship

and we count to ten

and we ride to death as screws

lock freed prisoners

deeply down under closed skin

we count to ten

we hear the bells of Men

we shout out aloud

and the seas of sin smatter after

blorted city cries

and a scarlet scissor-man shafts

coastal butters with

silver lips

and a purple mirror-man carves

sylvan crypts

we count to ten

we heed the cells of women

and we count on sin

,and we scream after children

;

we have the mummy words by heart

we entertain a dizzy feather

we have lost our favoured counterpart

and the trees in space

sucker dirt sewage

and we cut a soured face

a driver of darkness devils after men

a leader of sadness

hangs sweet keys from old deadness

and we fuck into darkness

,.,

we have the mummy words by heart

we entertain our easy mumma

and we arise from

sweet stains and midnight murder

and we danced

all god's days

the sirens in a silly drum

drum for the sally boys

the seasons in a dilly sun burn

up and up,

and a scissor in a stream

washes naked gals in rivers

and sirens in a silly drum

drum for pawed bad joys

and we strike a match

under a blue bonfire.

a mother of darknes slows

everything right down.

As a moon in a mad town

swallows pleasure

then a van of christ resounds

as we shot heather

the sirens in a silly drum

drum for the daisy girls,

five seasons in a filled sun burns

poppy mess

and flown flowers yearn

and torn bowers turn

and pigs in a plait sharpen

eaten barbered scribes

.Uhh

gide and coastal kids harden

seed and opened figs

affix phlegm to grey gardens

END

catacombs of money melt metals for

sex alchemy

and a slide of gobs grip to a grey

leaded family

and demure gold is made from dust

and we roll inside old sussed

breadcrusts

catacombs of money melt petals in

a bastard gilded oven

and the songs of Man

abuse a bastard onion

and we swing, swing, swing

ah.

a bad coss crossed lettuce hands

vegetable anorexia to

cookers of rivers

and naked trancers hang truth

and we are given

unto prisons where closed gibbons

get licked and locked down

catacombs of honey melt menstrual

baby chains

and a wrist of veins

dons a timed bangled scream

and we understand

nothing at all

but we always knew everything

oh.

bad receding nuclear song

sings about bombed Eden

la, la, we learn about evening when

doobies leap from stemmed

body-semen

and wild seams inside Eden

scatter salted xmas seasons

under brawls

and sandy balls are held beneath

loud cases when

bad receding nuclear song

swims for the midnight beat

a canny cage of killers creeps

up, up

a dummy stage of illers reap

dust, dust

a daddy under rage

force-feeds his lone lusts

and a vanned rolled jeep

scars lost wars forevermore

criminal easels paint seagulls

eager oestrogen on the rise

rams thumbs down wives

and we sink fires into dulled

ambulance friction

the splintering sphincter of

droned daddy deaths

cause tree-trodden bottoms to

shoot a blind moon's

meagre madam shine...La

LaLa

,we have the wicked world

stuck down a tin-can

we have the wicked girls

transfixed with salted pearls

and a don of lights

burns, burns

and we have world-nights

pushing bird-palavers of birds

when, curved,

a bustard under curs

dog-dams octagons with ferns

and ferns strap their seed

across a funeral,Oh, sleeves

purse copped lips at

a blue-minded receiver.

,.,

ciminal easels paint seagulls

eager oestrogem on the rise

rams downy teary thumbs

and we go to dirt now..

these bludgeoned days where i

lay my salt weapon

has to dig for a hearse of eyes

and a biddy on her wagon

hisses

and these hammered dreams when

blind horses leap from kisses

hem after toys

and insanity's veil lifts a ring to

wideners of pharaohs

and sirens sound the shit-lips of

dunny bedazzlers whose

wakful silver sluice

snaps a vegetable noose, O, Gods

have cum here today to

dine with the schizoid power elite

and a train of glass

crashes in the underpass

la la

when a bell of baiters swings masks

where a cell of fishers

fish after mermen

then a bowl of fingers

will sink piped hands under vast

body shapes.

times flow

eyries glow

flowers throw confetti at the wind

times grow

eagles crow

and faces hurl a berry under spind

daughter brogues

O, we count to ten

O, we shout for chickens

and a cage of christs

craps upon rolled mirror-men

sss

ssssss

when a hot crime of cradle vice

feeds babies to mad thorns

a station of petrols burns up fawned

porno chicks

and we are the porn chicks

and we saw a finger under sawn

thumb-fevers

and a bloated moon bulges with

a seam of sad beers

and a lamp-lit rider of the dawn

slashes toads with squelched money

o we hire nudes from Spain

o we wire some shoes to salt-rain

uhhh

potvaliant lunar skin suckeths up

an ogre sex-planet

ah, we feel for vegetable granite

la, we feed from messing summits

and a waker on the rise

opens up an eater's mind where

old pigs spit kiddy grain

uhh

when a hot crime of opened cars

collides with Lady Caviar

a ship of cellves may stir the stars

and open out on a corpse of

hot-heeled murmurs

and we leap from Mumbler's Hill

and we listen to fast krill

and we laden bone withe flour

and we bake the cakes of powers

uhh

potvaliant lunar skin suckeths up

dollied plutocrats of squalid cuts

and the marbled shawls of kid-sluts

burn pearled wine to death

and we glister

and we glitter after

candy caves and coded lemon

neon sister mister

uhh

when a hot crime of cradle vice

feeds rubies to eyries

then a bol in the blue

scatters salt across colour Nice

and we bolt loud halls to truths

and we own truths

...

heltering under wards, de noose

star-hangs masses

skeltering under boards, de noose

car-crams dresses

and radio planets harden up for

weekends of wicked scores

and radial granite

comes just like a statue's

flying war

and headmost lips are held to

blonde shapers of virtued

body-panic./.

as we tap red liquid fingers upon

milk-white mirrors

then we grind grey fevers down

eyes of pinked salt-sun

and talons of mad men amass

affixing shadow to naked gas

and a manx on a wheel

hears patrons of penon ash

snapping tears with blue glass

and ashen ribbald ruiners

drop wine under dreamers and

once above a time

dogdayed stations heard crime

shouting at dead minds

and a hot crime of cradle vice

hips to a mill of christs

and a shot clime of easy life

comes homeward

to find a film of lords licking light

with poppy-tasting creepers

and old boys in buggy prams

sight sods with festive nippers

./.

the end!!

what with deaths and the veins of christs

we must learn of the people's enema

o a blown bus

has to concertina and crush

under dreaming cinema

and a bowl of brine marks the mind

what with a loud sex god come home

to find a banana republic

we study how to eat into chrome

and we lie alone

a babbler on a cleft hip swings

up high, and vaccuums under winds

lam a dog with hot licks

what with endless dinners

what with eating kissers

we learn about murder,Oh

we have the names by heart??

wow, we have had a mad time today

today, threw my mind into the moon

wow, we've has a glad mad Saturday

and a bren of buyers

purchase false fires

and,wow, we've surely on fire

wow, i have made my own sweet trade

wow, i've made a nude out of live

we have the ffing words by heart

we have the signals of the sad dark

directing girls with darts

and we ride to pussy sleep

and we cry

what with windmills under meat

what with ponds in hard heat

me and my dizzy lover will reap

all ghosts and all eyes

o i have slitted aimless lies with

mad infinities of dirt.

Sentinels sunder

Panned cricles cry after thunder

and we learn of grids..

starless summers on a wall

fall, fall

harnesses of fathers hide dolls

and sluiced eyed brawls

supper for denial

o i haved slitted aimless lies with

operation blue eyes

ahh

weedlers weevl after old ribs

and a bastard flower

knots spunk into bruised kids

,..

amen we will say

semen we will spray.

the hands of a man-handled clock

keep time with vagina hill

the drams of a man-brewer

toasts caved honey

la, la, a creeping flower downs spills

and we drink money

o once aside five seasons, fellahs

swing from apple trees;

and we learn of privet

and we burn for sinners

o once aside six years

eyes turned in

and died for child suets

the hands of a man-handled clock

keep time with vaginal rills

ah ah ahh

odes to sickness damage mamma

old cold madness sings forever

and a bike of silk

ravels into milled

body breakers

the hands of a man-handled clock

drops aside

poppies and vagina hill

mystic mad men who wallah for

old aged daubs

snap blue crickets

and the sad women who

whore after shallows will storm

pies under rivets

ahh a sea of white halls

walks against form- Oh, swarms

suck upon antifreze

the jams of mad men who fawn

after a swallowed beer

spread jazzers upon grey years

mystery glows like a saint

families eat leaded paint

and as we paint seagulls and when

we anoint ourselves with

old urine, then a house of wrens

may well rape both world wars

mystic mad men who swallow for

old jackdaws

will supper now for coded moors

and we ride the moors

and we sing of ilkly moor

and we cut the north

as we don parchments of blood

as we stun red casements

we must surely sue

all bad sex

and a gun of scent drags blood

and we have to move

grey veins to vinegar slits

schism men mash mad mitts

prism men crashdown

aside a blind bombed town

,,]

the silly incisors of a maimed hot-dog

drags wolves for sound

the dilly old fathers of

emptiness

sweat for Love as wasted ground

dropped endlesness

and a tunnel of sadness sweeps

a dreary brush along a soft street

easy grey riders who marry Gods

must learn of cruets

and cruets wil scatter salt when

paprika pepper pulls pools

from salty stains

o, a mansion under veins rules

rapid mules

the silly incisors of a maimed hot-dog

drags wolves for grounds

and de dizzy father

wallops a baptised feather

and we hasp after dinosaurs

and we feed off death's river

easy grey bikers motor after dust

and we have time to rot

and we have time enough to stop

all slow dreams

whilst washing my cock in public

i overheard the son of Man

serving crucifixions of panic

and, la, when a baby in Japan

raises Africa from Peter Pan

eyes may well turn in?

slow dreams affix figures to

naked numbered crisis

o, crowers spit at facesO,

handlers spin

canners swim

killers live within?

whlst washing my cock in public

i overturned a public bath

la la oceania burns like blood

ha hasimmerers turn like

easy oven-burning

and i figure a mind from a mike

and i stand on Darjeeling?

slow dancers adhere to blued

baby bouncings

low prancers adhee to screws

and men turns the screws

and skin goes homeward

whilst baiting my dicky I heard

death outside nuking

commanders of easy puking

and a babby pukes in arms

and a wheelchair loosens sleeping

underneath motorways

/./

oo i am wed to a female arsonist

oo i am fire-fed

and strange flame shoots the dead

and derangers

keep minds in coat hangers

END

i used to sell serviettes to idiots

o i used to sunder dinners

and my head of silk has ingots

and my bed of milk

swigs gold cream

i used to sell serviettes to dreams

la la i am caught in

gold-toppers

and my head of ice chills

clotted jammy high teas

we are caught reeling under

eastern coffees

we are brought off by mamma

and a vase of moccha

kneels upon sacred wet ground

i used to sell serviettes to bees

i used to swell up for honey.

Dirt fills both of my hands

Hurt fills my disembodied island

and low loud noise

sharpens kids with old toys

i have bathed within grey sounds

eyers of oglers

have serenaded easy soldiers

and eynes swim, swim

and minds spin, spin

right back home where music

dreams forever

i hold two hands to yesterday's moon

eyes roll for sand

and a hierophant in a locked room

peals key-men from

easy daisy rings

and a pawn of a kid shines just like

an acorn in a sex-ring

i hold two hands to tomorrow's moon

skies roll back

stars fade to black;

and the zioned waterer of hired noon

shoots and sad traintrack

i hold you my crooked body..Oh,

can passion ever jack a lady?

./.

heroic mental junk jives after a

grinded ruby spire

where, trapped, a trampoline

pulls circuses from wild fire

and we know a dog named Boon

and we know all about

a rat named Rune

La..

i hold two hands to last's years tomb

i beckon after big drams

and my toast to self-death

serenades

grey geezers who stride across

clunking lunar men and guilty runes

.ahh

i have entered now into my town

i have centred sane winds around

wild horses

ands minted mentalists cut

wide horses

O when will the pony bear shut

body hearses?

O when will the pony bear shut

body hearse

O when will the lonely bear shut

baby purses

la, lawhere have the midges flown

la, lawhere has a heart of bone

come to its broken rapture

and a lazy leper lops lipped loam

and a crazy saviour

drowns easy sailors

O when will the pony bear shut

body horses

O when will the ugly bear shut

the silks of madam curses

la la la

a cavern in a motor-car cups

dirty blind titties

and keen eyes are washed under

mad actors of sapphic cities

and maple sauce flows like thunder

and appled force

fans a fanny fire

and men and menkind set alight

eagles under funeral pyres

Ohh

the old fall in a sad garden bites

choked plum cherry

and a sloughing burdener swipes

eggshells from berries

and a bough of masts slams wiped

giddy mist

the signum of cosines will

harden a level heart with drills

the barnums of grey minds will

drag a daddy drake for

green zions and water-stores;

and a bumped gashy sore swills

pink pomades from

glasy eyes and matted cum

..#

key nine murderers kill hills

sea-mined brother thrillers

lend deep deaths to funeral millers

and a lazy loss

fantails skin beneath gods

and we erect spools for gods

ah ahwe lay upon a clog

ah ahwe supper after fog

and sadness boils

and madness invokes Love's

peasy hider

the filthy sanctuary of lovers

lends tears to lenses

heaps cold goats where feathers

fill empty miles

and we act too proud

and we shout out loud

ah ah

uhhhh

o-yay

THE END..

the toasters in my bathroom

serve hot bread

the ivies in my bedroom

drop greasy stitches

and the wolves of the moon

yap, yap

bright summer strips swoon

light rivers

raise aromas

and fay toasters in my bedroom

serve hot lead

yappers of damagers spoon

teas to caffeines

and wives of woollen dunes

swallow

skippers and haloes

the whippers of wide-eyed beeches

strip nuts from dates

la, hippers of brides

sweat for antiseptics

and a house of rats

dam soft ribbons

the whippers of wid-eyed beeches

cut caves in two

la la, lovers laden screws

ah ah, fathers of de mood

shimmy

and we jeer at tips when dust

sweeps

dunces under cables

and we float against flotillas

and we bloat up

and we grope for guts

and we wee for sluts

ah a binary boathouse cuts

coded gorillas

and we dance

and we prance

upon flowers..

bangers of bagasse shower

eaters of bathers

slammers of pissy flowers

let deaths go

and we dance

and we look askance

weevillers of stained plants

cut natural nipples from

asses and cunt

yeah i have come back home to find

ashes in my mind

wow, i have come to snap

cured kodak

and a camera junkey

sells salt to mummy

a leader of champagne craps

upon lost hands

a reader of blind pain slaps

easy ruby

and we dance

and we look for chance

yeah i have come back home to find

crashes in my spine

ah ..

rakers of Bethlehem season daddy

crappers of crepes crashland

under sweet foal

nipplers of cold cut grey molds

and we weave for

easy wastlands

and we cry for Eden

when a tawny owl coos after dusk

when starry fowl

swing swing

then a bath of toffee

will certainly wash coffees

crappers of crepes crashland

under sweet ruin

and nippers in vans

cry for Aliena

and Rosalind cries for Father

when a pony-scowl moves

grey mules under specs

then we shall fuck specs,

the ideas of chronic caddies

abuse sex-golf

the users of gold-clubs body

cocks from

crazy golf

and a bed in a pie hoots after

phlegms and babby

we dull for us the sun of death

we skull hoopers

and a bone of twine murders

holy breeders

ah ah

birdies of golfer men ride cars

outside coursed stars

and tweedy tweety gamers

yap, yap,

` yap!!!

we dull for us a gun of gits

we cover hens

and a shed of grass rips grit

O do dogs use hairgrips?

O do suds sink under lips

pastural plural peeing milk

sucker sons with cream

and a sea of guns has to scream for

greying open doors

and a bud of glass

glisters

and a dog of grass

whispers

and a bumpered sister of pastures

pee inside a puddle

and eyes arise from rain.

pastural plural peering silks

suckers stars with teams

and we ride Aladdin under streams

and we flow

within snows

and we grow wide beards

and, as we crow, then we scream

and dogs of sloes snap

easy vinyl cherry crap

Paladin in a clown-palace preens

mean Mamma Mary with

grey tides and lady-beams

and a bench of bytes

computes death

ahweepers on Sunday pray for

diggories of naked noon-light

and we own love's store

pastural plural peeing milk

wolfs up gold tops

and wheezers sunder rot

and we have time enough to drop

sex-spots'

salted winded blurry nasty bluebottles

have come home to haunt me

sweeteners of doobies

drag phlegm cliffs from lost trees

and the incense on its fast knees

locks ashes under spirals

salted winded dizzy Nazi candles

set alight an evil thurible,

and the shakers of a mind disables

coded kindlers of

churches

where a drabnet under lost Luds

enlanterns minds with birches

sweeteners of gold times table

green bummer numbers with a

griddler of bones and cradled

baby wheat

and a binder of halted old sleep

carnivorises

a cabler of horsed eye-meat

Uhhh

we hasten to crabby cunny when

dolters of giddy hail

drops bound bombs upon stemmed

spider-planter-sailed

cunt-sea-lithe

END

the eaters of old radishes have to season

old paprikas with pepper-veins

the sleepers of vanishers

sink earrings into tears,

and a boat of blades sails after reason

and a soaper of washed phials stain

purple pockets with blind years

and we will reel inside the East

and we will serenade the Beast

the eaters of gold radishes have to heal

ald paprikas and peppered wheels,

and the daughters of a melted flower

has to let blood glow

and we let blood flow

eyes under ribbons wrap coke with

sea-hanged urban ribs

and a bed of kites shoots falons with

local hills where mitching kids

swallow salts and papers

eaters of illing radishes have to reason

with cold pugs whose blind seasons

have to garnish meals with ferns

and old ferns scatter seed upon perms

and guilty patrons of a dirt-void

dribble under waves and wax-boys

...

a boat sinks into gravy as bound terns

trickle just like endless urine-soda.

the soapers of porky yoyos

land a ball inside a female nest

ah hah, a belly in a crest

craps upon mamma moon

and weepers weep after

lunacy and death

where a bum of buyers swoons

when a sun of lovers

leers inside the West

we will certainly sweep fathers

underneath baby mothers

the soapers of porky yoyos

land a stall inside a female desk

and we lay arms around

a switch-back seas where sex

smothers blue sound

where a scrum of fellahs drowns

underneath gold clowns

weedlers of washing towns

may well fever after planet Death

and a bell of briars

sea-slams a city under fires

blithe blonde-bedded cattle-choirs

serenade a blind seizure

and fitted infant minds are wired

to a dizzy helterskelter

and a bud of christs

sweats in the Dettol Dark

and blued cappers under tyres

drinks from bunnies

where a gun of cold shoots

diggory dusts

then blithe meadows star-scoop

cabbages and women

and dirty cunny samphires

strap toddies about chickens

dampeners of dire hate spins

candy swirls in soft night

and camphor listens to rings

and gold-bedded buzzy rites

ripen into nunneries

de soapers of talky yoyos

land a medical head inside a

grey-headed Micado

and a belt of flame whips cars

and cars look down

upon a tiny twintzy fay town

miraculous fishermen dig

mazy manses into punched figs.

Latent lacers drabble digs

deeply

where a randy bible-blower

steeply exterminates flour

and we have the cakey flour

i hissed across the pissers

eyes crisscrossed

and a loaf of minds tossed

fabric cake

and easers of candy rocks us

with slicers and bun-bitchers

...

shying orange kin crazes crust

crying baby peals

commands pears with rust

and we danced

and we removed star-deals

ah ah ah

Ho Hoh

FINISH?

the slickers of the bleated mind

wash hops in honeys

the ripeners of sun-heat

burn, burn

the slivers of beaten wives

spread tampax on bread

and the sun and the moon

yearn, yearn...

these days of sex when time

erects a noose

touches eaten torches; and sky

sweeps a brush

and we learn, learn

and we turn, turn

and we die, die

atoned.

wallowers of wall-papers

peer into pealings

la, followers of walled pepper

strike salt from

ground ceilings

and we listen to ceilings

flickering holy tongues strum

cold neckties

shimmering holy guns cum

and wives writhe.

gee, when i lose my lungs

wow, where i moisten

blue corridors

then i shall push a mission

under belfries

and

wallowers of wallpapers

eat into peals

and we rig a hearth-light.

the slickers of an inner wife

rot, just like a heart

the razors of a slowing skirt

flow under knights

and a bell of piss

grabs for curtains

and we know midnights

o a bellied pantry hears hurt

grasping telly

o a jellied easy dinner

shoves sloes down baby

and we dance for war

and we prance

ahh

once upon a time, whores

lashed veins to feathers..

the slicers of an inner river

arise like a killer

and we dangled blood

and we died for God?

tragic busy dribblers

dribble for a balled child

magical dead drillers

drill after

salted mirrors,

and the stars in the rain

sup from rivers

mad men run from veins

sad boys stain

lost knickers

and we slap a groyne

across sea-statues

and latherers of loins

use chinese tissues

tragic buzzy dribbles

dribble

magic easy candles

burn cradles

and we shout aloud

and we use clouds

a keen crash in crisis

heaps hobs under spires

a dreamt thunder-spaces

and weepers

weep for creepers

and we dance for loud

city horses

the sliders of the sunny moon

heat lost hands

a rider of de rain

strips clouds from sands

and wheaty wide yields swoon

and legs cut out?

deadliness defines us.. Just when

a vast backbone shatters

just when, cold, a widow scarpers,

eyed drunks will try separations..

weepers weep

and sidlers sleep

and hens dance round oak trees

deaths underline drakes as grout

poisons good teeth

and eyes chew grout

and eyes glow like meat

and we shout

weevils creep

wipers strip cars bone-clean

and ashen transits

suck a screwed butt

the sidlers of the sunny moon

heat crossed brands

and we purchase good brands

and we fuck cheap rooms

and we supper for

diggory dunny fever-fjords

hopeless killers of a kiss-noosed world

answer to Devils

ah ah, raiders of a kisser

heap hills under girls

and revellers of eagles hoot hot

huge hickers of shaven cots

we dance

we lances a neon moll

we dance

we cut an urban bol

and as incense weeps for blue rot

and when thuribles intern

church-fevers

then hopeless killers of a crashed world

will know rivers.

a heart grows fond as fear gets heavy

a darting crow

cuts loud carrion

and we arise from blue-grey shrouds

and we stride

upon unpteen lies

and we told lies

hopeless killers of a kiss-poked world

answers to de Devil,

and a horny girl smatters after

bruises

ah ah

ahh

thumbs pull plums for penises

guns pull shot scrums

and a bed of nests

drags birds for death.

nested incensers wave a jazzy jossstick

underneath underbellies,

and the suns of ladies

shine upon brollies..

Eaters of eardrums chant the Mantra

Easels of oily bum paints

dress a canvas with swollen nudies

nested incensers wave a dizzy bread-stick

against olfactory lip

and we tell a bad time

and we weave a tale of lime

ah ah.

vastness summons ravens when

carrion crows in the dark

and a magpie sings at the edge of men

and mad seagulls

traipse a wormy sea-smile.

nested incensers wave a baby boy where

blue-green swaddlers

swagger after evil pig-prayer

and a clock of peat

digs a timeless garden; and bald air

puts a penis on the left

and a penis on the right..

O-La!

summers soften jays as burners

boil a mad child.

when thuribles burn in my nose

i note the tocsins of the flowers

ah as dill-rascals water de Rose

ah as ill candles

set alight to church

then a signal mind must tip up

major arcana

O when thuribles burn in my nose

i choke the cherry words i speak

ah.

a doter of a roped coat reaps

dufflers and incense-hours,

and bombs beat upon gay bowers

and the easy kine of day

husbands after eaters of delayed

body-shock

ah.

when chapels yearn

where apples burn

whence gablers turn, then i shall

enter mad Zion into

the green drinking of the water-bead

and miens must

dissolve into dust

ah..

a doter of a roped coat reaps

lemon ochres and sugar men.

the major arcana dictates to the minor arcana

o, a maddening game of Tarot

hastens gems to cards

o, a stain on a card rends fortunes from Mamma

and the Ides of Mars

sweep balled crystal under a sea of cars

the major arcana dictates to the fast arcana

o, a deadener of veiny scars

stirs Tarot under salt-hards

and a molten mooner in a shadow's arena

rocks de Ouija

and a bodily planchette

comes from a nude planet

eyes idealise a gastric astral stain

minds deal an I Ching to a baby-brain

and a lucky ring on a blonde jam rains adown

both the major and the minor arcana.

we hiss across palmistries

we kiss across ghostly missionaries, and mice

scatter tails against

idiot IDs and funeral Mana..

anointed by failures, i learned of death real young

o, appointed to grey miners

i had to dig to the end of my lungs

and a guilty school marm had me by five arms

and i was anointed by

mongrel tribes.

issuers of minted shelves stock good porno books

tissues under lubed fires

suck baby snot from the eyes of funeral pyres

o, a lady shakespearo

fashions cocks from cunt spires

and i was anointed under mud-tyres

blue grained adulterers of mission-happy mien

suck a forced nut

la la.. a fatal whoring slut

faces inside five winds when

baby jolters don flax and shit upon grey spind

heady weed

anointed by scissors, i learned of death too young

ah, appointed to killers

my headpiece span just like the bloody moon

and me and madam scarlet hastened to cum

and we lunged

and we grunged

La La..

weeders of mercury swallow golden suns

weepers under bodies

slam rifles up a bottomed vase

and mind men soap themselves well

and headers of rope

sea-hang riders from dollies and shot dope

O, once upon a ladel, i served blue shells

to emptied eaters of oysters

and Aladdin in a plant

jazzes after Paladin

and we take a blood-bath where cells sell

cunts to ox-tongues

i insist that i was sung too when very ill

i missed dead god

but then i heard a poem in my head which

snapped seas from krill

and. uh, i swerve to find a sexy hill

ramming moory leaves about my head

and, amen,

why a bed of geese snaps my soft bed

will surely not be known until

Christ and Buddha save dog-dens

and i eat off loud Bethlehem when a

hatchet cuts primal soups

from bled boys and baying body-skin

the blue blithe cunts of poxy evenings

rampage for eager autumn

and as spring and summer cut ceilings

then warted icy winter must

drag daddy dumps for easy city musk.

La La..

loud tundra of hymen hens hear calves

crying under bullock-wheels

proud mumma's siren

sleeps out in a star when a coded pylon

irons reason's shirts

and wee-wee flirts fan a dodgy skirt

and seasons float like a scar

,, and biddies abuse kinemas

i once saw a sad lion on a cliff sharing

kitten broads with cochineal

and a breaded girl of glass hastens to

shearing rolled ears from

beetle roots and a genius in a drum

and i will come again to find

the green zion of our waterbead moving

pinioned pears with feline wine

cattlers of lost Gethesemne are swine

and rattlers of crosses

swirl coffee-pictures into glasses

...

Uh Uh

. La La

I II I,.,.

THE END

blue horsemen in easter-time

punish a weather chart

o a cave of lions roar after minds

and a study under hearts

lashes laces to funeral bodies

- these delved words hip to dark

bleeders

and gold babies break through to

a city of heavers

la la

blue horses ride from a caned creek

loud nurses arise

and a latent winter peak

drops salad

and an ivory beaker spits hot glass

and an ebony reaper

gives god to grass

and, O, as idols pass on high, masks

raid mad masts

the easters of an old grave heap

dollies upon bled flour

and we dig the fats and the flour

naked nubile noddies nip a rope

faces under dials

sally sex with smiles

and a dizzy frazzler under soap

sucks a dead scrote

oA baker under dope

smells like flowers

and weeing saviours

dip bandages under razors

a woollen house that Jack built

rocks like the sun

and a modeller's gun

shoots stars, and a graven hilt

jacks all reason

O once upon a mind, sin thrummed

O once upon a grind

i heard hoppers glowing like milk

growers of pealed sails sail aside mushed

body sleep

flowers of sealed vales

cut wheat; and a town of brides cuts trails

and we are on the moon

growers of pealed sails sail aside crushed

baby beats

and a slower of tails

rots; and a tiger under meat roars after

pulled dogs whose nails

get cut by empty children

growers of pure pus push for veined fathers

la la, flowers under dusk

drag dirt for nests

and we trip for honey

and we slide from Mummy

and we dance upon closed cathedrals

I have taken a trip to the garden of evening

Oh my head is broken

and, ashed, where once an eaten ceiling

dances far West

then i will ease death

far away plasters wrap warped cuts in

disembodied rainbows

la hard old laughter

shatters closed crows

and, loped, a naked shadow casts skin

across keen and empty eyes

and a sea of minds

smell like fathers

oonce aside blue time, we saw skies

sliding into feathers

me and sex bionics suck from fevers

me and sex moronics

smell like lovers

and a bed of lips

puckers into mirrors

la la la

far away plasters wrap warped cuts in

salty sand ochres

and melons under larders

store rotted sodas

and we roast rotted mothers

me and sex bionics suck from tweezers

and we rock lubes with snippers

and we raise a hard pig with clippers

Ohh

eyes go to sleep and dully dreamers

drift for de rose

pneumatics push a father plum deep inside

mental massive tithes

o bionic dusts dream about gold-wives

and when titties ride

then a bed of eyes

will certainly lead rape to coded levers

and a vase of vice

scatters summers across candle-christs

ahh

pnuematics push a father plum deep inside

menstrual blued slides

and salt-scribes divide dogs from drillers

and massed minds

lash an usherette to a blind mother

ahh

once upon a bled baby, scarlet killers

floated downstream,

and a bench of ice

bends snows under screens

,,O

heaps of hit forks jab knives with wives

o lips feed loud crabs

and fires in sockets suspend old labs

lichen in a cloud raths milks with lies

la la, heaps of hit forks jab old tides

and men turn in.

jeeps of transitions track deft sin

with nine spastic hands

and a mine of gin

swigs mad soda as a beery cab

ploughs for nude hire

spirallers spiral down into fathers

dream-spires

arise from tyres

and a local pig punches old doves

and keen doves live for false love

and we drink to

a bell-rope..

Issues move to dope

tissues moisten coke

and my eyes are garlanded

with bad blind boys

the oceans of the dead are near

the delvers of the dead

collide with murderers, and fear

gathers wet beds

,.,.

we ploughed a pushing field just the other day

o, we sloughed god's yield

and a sun of mad men

strums a hot sitar

and we listen to Mary

and we kiss god's canary

the oceans of the dead dam sad waves with

comic eyes that

shine like a cat

and, uh, a sea of lions

ladens cats with irons

and we used a dress when girls were youn

we ploughed a pushing field just last night

o, we sloughed a lizard-yield

and a bine of light

banishes bells to christs

as ashes spit gas, i hear a condor-kite

crying, and a moany native sex-rite

chants a baby mantra

the oceans of the dead dam sad graves with

picks and chalks and figs

and a slide-sawn kid shows ribs then

ivories will play for women

and great ibonies will send song

to dreamers

and lemon boaters will season children

o about me and trees and naked Aslan

i tell an easy tale

but easy stories carry sense into veils

these dotted dark days when shavers

cut a thumb to the quick

we surely hasten to shit on lips

and greying guilty Dogs

walk a fast cat

and feline canines trip to the sailed

boat of rats

O about me and trees and naked Adam

i tell a lost tale

and easy apologues read after Woman

has eaten death

and eyes read sails

and bodies under spun grey mesh

knots sperm with bats

dotters of old money pay for death

coppers of de family

crop curved disease

and a tray of geese warps gold sleep

ah ah a vastness of a car drives sleep

down days deep./

/..

farriers of fishermen fish for savoury

eyed rolls

muntioners of old men kiss souls

and we watched the sky

furling into code

and farriers of killings raide

vamped rubies in heated shade

and ebonies of mamma

moisten birds with lovely glades

horsemen in eastertime jack

reins and foam-names

rude saddled sin rides for flame

and tonsured nostrils

flash gallopers into the dark

and we yearn for horses

and we drive a pony-plane

beneath mind mules;

and static seasands pull

crab from hermit lug-hills..

;

the namers of the steeds

hisses under stallions, and rill

gather salad leaves from beads

and odling oceania

fastens bellers to stung bees

and baskefuls of hung trees

shed screamed weed

i have seen men at midnight

dragging stables for

a dizzy equestrian mule-war

and eyes deafen

and ears stiffen with tears

,--,Ah,we have to ignite

pools of tears

and we will ride closed blinds

..inside

a false world

the rude and nasty riggings of a drowned sailor-girl

don semen trains

the nude and lusty riggings of a drowned sailor-world

don semen veins

and a tarot god at heart

harkens to the dead

and we bend scrummed sin across a bed and

enter vast sands into parched

body babies

o a tarty triller of a tiller girl has to remind men about

the curse of Tut

and a bound web of cuts

must burn sex to death

o a tarty killler of a thriller world has to remind mien about

the sinking dolly lemur of a wested Puck

;

the rude and nasty rubbings of a drowning scissor-world

has to sink secateurs into mud

and a boned salt-shaper

sharpens blown sugar paper

and an olive on a shaver cuts wasps from coded Love

what with chalks and forks and dizzy dirtied dogs

lending dolls to tears

i will suffer now the tellers of grey spheres

and my dooby dead bed

must snap a filthy gut for a cracker of a mine-head

,ah

the rude and nasty riggings of a drowned starred earl

leads lord god unto the veins of Man

and a giver of nudes

softens corncrakes

and a feather under lubes sweeten cells with curled

darkening wisdom

o i fed distant peppers to easy laden ravens... Whirls

swirled my jamming penis into cars

and a babe of brass

shopped a dummy arse

and i fed distant peppers to easy open raisins...

washers of witched wives wall wallets within

grey drives where transits burned

and once a forcing day, i yelled Fuck at spun wind

and then sex answered back from the Void

instamatic bicycles ride a green gorge to sleep

curative tricycles ride across

grey city gauze

and de lighters of de wards we dream across reap

doggy damsels from lady lords

and a sea of figs

swallows brushed rigs

ahh

i idolise the best of me and mine

i scent fast breasts

and my mad crest carries bakes into sweat-vines

la la

i idolise the best of me and mine

i slit a face with a cased crazy clime

and manses under flats hasten to a bodily attack on

rubes and chalks and scoobies

..laaaaa laaaa

deadness fucks a ramrose

silence forces tears

sadness fucks up all good years

and darkness dreams just like a true flower

i was shot dead while hoovering the moon?

silence in the heart will surely miss a beat

violence in the dark

will leap from pavements

and the flowers in parks damage heat

and the wives of grey scents

stop

silence in the heart will surely jack sleep

and a clockhead owns

dogs of timed bones

and a tree of tights dons naked nude stone

and eyes die

the eaters of loud money monkey after

red skies, and a runner under mumma

jeers then rides

alone

these glib days when a cup of tea turns sour

maddens all families

and the dogs of days

draggle after memories

and a shoe-tree

farms plums from apples

silence in my heart executes grey swingers

ah ah, a sliding hand-slope

cuts infant chilies

and we dance for nudies

these glib days when a cup of we turns sour

saddens murdered rain

and the cats of pain

claw a feline war

and a ratted seasaw slaps lips then flowers

outside the earth

dog-dayed body faces

feed cheeks to jowls, O, once when time

burned up

draggers of baby voices

fed a starry pup,

and a loaf of nuts serenades minds

and we think forever

outside the earth, we learn of wine

inside dirt-birth, we learn of lime

and we weep for de weather

dog-dazed babby traces

search for invisible feathers.

Mild men go missing

Sawn men flow

and a house of bards has to slow

screwed leather

outside the earth, we cum for rhyme

within infant-mirth

we drive a glued hearse

ah ah

these kissed hands in my purse

sends coins to valleys

volleys under sapphires leap around a folly

and a city Number

lights sweats.

Dogs slumber for mits

volleys sunder campfires

and a cat of wood burns as she hits

her tailed heart's baby

volleys under sapphires leap around thunder

and we study beds

and we dream of bread

and we dance for families

apes in theatres perform for primates

snakes on cut piers

slide into huge seas

and we camp in seeds

and we arise from seaweed

ah ah

windows jump jacks as melodies

play nude tunes

and a weeping layer of memories

sucks the moon's

blinding underbelly

ten million mad men have sat down

upon a fast seat.

Scutters of peat dig the towns

and city belfries answer to sleet

one zillion bad children raise wheat

one sun of crabs

dons a sea-VD

and local cinemas die for heaped

fat cabs

a jolted bedpan burns up, and

vamping valentines kiss dammed

lady sidlers

and a bench of lays

sells wet clothes to spiders

and a caged cold cryer cries for

easy liars

ten million mad men have sat down

upon a bummed bat

and a mule on a mat

awaits a sullen donkey

all of sudden, a tiny woman

hastens to a pit

suddenly, easy ogre lips rip

titian children

and we wave arrows under

westend women;

and a belt of clits cock tips.

as bones flow high, i snip

golden giddy gnomes

and an elvin crowd sunders

eaters of December

and Xmas grows blue as

neon slumber,...

eaters of Bethlehem

caress holy thunder when

coded bibles cry

way on high

EY EYE EYE

i i i..

o O

oHH

all of a sudden, a tiny woman

licks her own armpits

mmm

end

the sudden shudderers of the evil hour

lets innocent flowers go.

Cellars heap thunderers under snows

Rapt cinemas

rotate on a visual table;

and vein-woven hearts stick to crows

and easy utterers of stables

heat lady Life

a rumbler of mumblers mess after

donny digger drones

a father of grey glovers

dons bad lips;

and a kit of bones baggage ticks

under feline hay-ricks

a paint-stripping mind has to solve

blithe crimes where a sea of skulls

scatters shadow upon the land

and coffin-swine

strip paints from antiseptics.. Ah-

a bolted mind

climbs valleys into gold mines

a rumbler of mumblers mess for

a supper of bended brides

o, we dream of devs as sex pores

reek of rectal honeys

and a bod of braids hardens wards for

keen banged becks

ah,

sudden shudderers of an evil flower

sets bulbs free

and flashbulbs break free

and cagers of bees

hive-hang doctorates from STDs..

once upon a pit, red bandits seized

cocaine inside torn coffees.

weavers of apple-pickers

pull a plum-ladder from the moon

reapers of swollen killers

don fruiters

and a copse of dreams hears father

crooning

ah, a vault of horses saddles fever

ah, a colt 45 shoots the mind

ah, we dance for demons

la la chemicals change when miners

dig for filthy lucre.

weavers of apple-pickers

strike strawberries from easy dreamers

and a drip in a pond

hits death's plucked seed

and a mental ass has to walk steeds

where ponies mutate to

riders of grey mules

ah a vaulting horse jumps for weed

ah and bunting tawse

whips, whips

and caverns under force cut up

old ashes where a dizzy fast sleeve

smells of burned roses

and candy fillers suck de Cross

these dear days where god's loss

sells rings to mirrors

hasten now to a bow of demure

pnuematic feathers

and pnuematic feathers serve loss

to a tiny moon where infants

pray, and

sandals underwater suffer clogs

and sufferance on Sundays rob

vast vales

ah kidded whales sink into gods

la la, lidded dales

suck pus from grey mods

o a colt 45 shoots a green feeders

o a van of horses rides upon feelers

and mental bleeding Man

cannot mount a horse without

falling into fatal rain,

whence nemetic talons cut death dry

where emptied salons

drive a fist into a cut, then kosher eyes

will widen into woollen

catty minds

and a bun of light dons hairpins

and a gun of mad night

banishes eaten twigs to smoky spind

daughter-wind

and a bull of stretched skin

eases flames into angels

and a stone of glass hastens to skimmed

milky foals

whence nemetic talons cut deaths dry

where emptied fallons

fast forever, then hicked hair-wagons

wash lungs in bright skies

the emeralds of preened ladies writhe

and a drill of masques

drains a dodgy coast where cold masts

cry whebn flailing

whence emetic talons cut death dry

where scented sandpits

swing, swing

then a matted hymn may well ride for

beaten magic rooms

and an asp in a wound hisses

and an ideal adder flickers aside

radial walls

the emeralds of preened ladies writhe

and a hill of clasps

damages death with gins in the past

and time passes

END

equidistant easter rabbits rotate around a

shrill pool where peasy peahens drive cars

ah a bodice on a cliff

succcours faiths with moon-stiffs

and we set alight to flame

and we abuse a helio of sanguine spliffs

o once aside of trees, grey leaves fell from

coded blackberry punnets

and a band at sea

sinks titanic gas into woven mad sleeves

ahequidistant easter rabbits rotate around a

comice wall where

grey conducers of hairs

puts a penis on the left

and a penis on the right; and hollied chairs

leer into a school of calves

ah 29 garden paths

shield a cunny field from the distant past,

and i don 29 garlands when

dog-dayed pissers pee upon a turned gem

issuers of fascinators feel for a fiddler

tissuers of raging faces

feel for a fondler; and men and killers

burn, burn

and easy bridlers of wheels whip weepers

with foxy fascinating perms

lai sent my mad mien reeling

ah i scented a pig-pen; and old feelings

come once again into the bridges of

jawed jamming jazzed bone.. uh, ghosts

gander a gooser

and we glister in hired hides where Love

twitches after de red rooster's

penis cage

wee men pee on railways

she-men shit on cars

wow, as a soft mind melts under stars

wee men pee on freeways

and a pail of vast suns drops water

upon digger daisies..

Autumn come easy to manxes

Bedrooms get chilled by vases

and a wintry staff slits throaty dances

and summertime stun

spring, summer, autumn

and weird icicles freeze snow-gunned

wicked chillers

the riddlers of the frilled have to

spin a birdy bummer on the wind's rude

sex-zephyred swarmings

and a lilted lullaby world will snuff blued

veiny spools of tripped steps and crude

naughty bird-broods

and a bulleter of gullets craps upon

a livid emptied glass-gun

and a body-guide grips to lunged

anal canal-scrums

ahhh

early whirring cooking eggs will

dam edams with precious shell-mills

and a dirty street where gunmen play

will have to wash the dead of day

and a filthy cream-heart

glisten for instant murder

ha ha ha.

END

the fish-shaken garden i always made my own

lays swimming drakes when

eaters of river-men send swans to swum bone

o, the raiders of butters

drape a silk jam across neon body-gutters

and a fish-shaven garden

forever shades a cicada with de loud Thames

dummy rope may well spin

dunny coats may well skim

naked stone

and a bubbler of a Buddha has to cut veins

adown

a grey town

the fish-shaken garden i forever loved

dreams now for faces

these u-bended eyes i have deafened

with flushed blind places

heap now a dyed daddy across faces

o, a baby in a gem

bawls, and, lo,

where dogmen slow

a dummy leash leads senses to men

mummy moats will swing

babby goats must spin for a

digger of doled dolls...Ah, in cases,

illegal specs shoot a latrined wing of

dying waltzes

these u-bended eyes i have lengthened

harp now to a rose

the fish-shaken garden i always made my own

crazes cutters with mown sound.

Easter comes too soon

Xmas cums for the moon,

and a gliding horse shits upon reins

la la

the fish-shaken garden i grew aside my home

crazes butters with wastegrounds

and an insane cavvy has to nip a town

and a romeo of a lady

delimits slits with veins

la la

once upon a prison-cell, i saw old rain

crying down window-pane

and a bulb of grass

shatter, and hot mown neon trains

died..

an emu under fires

abuses high birdsO, city pyres

wallop seasons

and a bed of briars

falls in love with barbwire-christ

a bleeded radio swings for treason

a dell of tyres

sucks a scorched gut

and a binary white

whips dark genius women

an emu under fires

abuses hired BirdO, city spires

arise from hot children

and we mark de flowers

endlessness weeps like sluts

and hashed men yearn

the deities of grass ovens

sea-bakes a cake of bridesAh,

goddesses under sirens

rings a motel bell

and ovals lend bakes to bread-cars

and men abused cinemas

a rat upon a fire has to cry for

city vixens

and a fox with her cubs has to store

eager ermine under fiction

gods upon a hill hasten to guitars

lords upon rills

splay plectrums with doobies

and we thunder-stone

everything

a bay of dammed dummies must

use a cocking-horse.

Silt swallows

Skips follow gorse

and blue-brained dilly tusks must

wallop shadowed

hermits

and we shoot upon a salt-cusp

i am a sandwich man

,. O i sell sarnies to Disney Land

ah i am a sandwich man

and eyes don't understand

why i am a sandwich man

O a dummy bread-eater expands

blown crusts

and a strange grass oven has to

extend a balding treetop where truth

dams doggy drams.

O, a vase of cakes

swells up

O, a bun of snakes

causes terror in the mouth

i am a sandwich man

, O, i sell dark bread to Peter Pan

and a cell of christs

dons evil sea-bells

,..

and a strange grass onion has to

mow hot tears down

drowned howlarounds

ah ahh..

endlessness butters lead

trendlessness cuts a curved dregs

and wheat dies now

out houses in a lost field

will always harvest

green-grey salted farm-yields

and we carry loss

underneath slow trees

and a fast flat cuts de Cross

an axe-man on the ride knocks

gassy gillers with

plangent burned kids

and a vase of digs

swing, swing

la laO, eyes swim for cocks

and a corky cocking horse

will ride upon a false horse

our houses in a crossed field

will always harness

a sea-sail's

waved saltiness

ah, for a mind in de moon,

moodsome dullards swoon

and we caress denial?

teeming torn trippers who must

don a girl-crust

will hereby define a tree of

mucky pus

and eyes appear fatal

and guys appear focal

and weevils dance for gods

once upon a wynd, i saw dust

crying for a swept apple

i entertain the vinegar drama of it all.

Deckers slap cinema

Wreckers nap easy bars

and i enertain dirt vinegars

and i snip a scratched man whose fall

loosens planets

and uddering daisy pies are sprawled

distantly down gannets

and my closed world cuts granite

and, o, where we ride for walls

we must realise that

dirtied rubies

are rubicund with tablets

i entertain the bitter biters of balls

i enter under grey gritters

and a tree of thunder

weeps, weeps -- And a grey nest

hides a human queen ant

as uttering mazy wives are sprawled

upon a raised moth-pin

a weasel of a wiseman sexed

choker cherries with fazed sin's

baby lobby

oo chewers of de sabbeth have to

vomit nude cheese.

dark shrilling impossible statues seem

star-hammered to evil wet dreams

uh, thrilling impassable screens seem

sweated from hands and knees

ah ahcanals sails boats into beads

ah ahpanels under oak

suck tyburns and elms

,. Dark shrilling incredible statues ream

shot streams, and death drowns with us

oo chewers of de sabbath heave dust

beneath luminous naked theatres

and grey sewers

stub fingers upon skewers

and men and women get shot by

surgeries of flu-veined body lust

dark shrilling impossible radio moves

stereo DAB where free-sats smoothe

coded visual teams

and a loud horse adorns a cruised

giddy bay when

gablers leap from a lost rear-end

oo soothers of a small death sends

meagre hush when

makes of mush stick pencil-ends

under lopped rocked female wrens

and a vow of mice

scuttles down a deep christ when

dilly angry archangels

bellowed before a dirt penis-end

dark shrilling incredible mouth-moves

cause a lilly tongue to arise

aside profligate dirtyers of daffy hooves

and a bone-knelt sugar-skin

sweetens enemy hymns

and jackers of hocum limbs

cause red tears to fall like rain

Oh!

the stickers of the sodden sundial

awakes in the far East

la, riders of a draggled alarum

has jacked eyes from wild

wide-opening blue eyes

and a tummy in a fleece has to

clasp a DVD around a sea-child

when a dummy duper jumps

de cocking beast

then a poppy supper feeds junk

and soft sedans under cunts

crashes in an island

sticklers of a sodden London flower

extends tweezers where

broiling lost hair falls like air

and eynes pray for cemeteries

and brides pay for

evil devil whores

when a dummy duper jumps

against de naked lunch, then

funky veins of midnights extend

geesy beery bound bones

and cheery cherried star-stone

hurls bandages at

coded city rat-cats

yes sir, i entertain the nice sides

of darkening female fjords

yes sire, eyes entertain lies

ho ho

a siren shakes

ho ha

old women quake

and the saunas in a rose writhe

and god's baby drapes

cots against cradle-cries

hot hobnailed boots from space

drag a shoelace around a

keen peppered boat-race, and

curvy churchy crowers

caw at a blood moon

uh ah,.as doll-men swoon

uh ahas gold hens tune

mystical magical cooky eggs

then a box of parts

serenades nudes with harps

and harpies raise my heel

and buddies bend me

o- eager motored star-seals

seal stella thunders under

closed cunny wheels

and we watched the wheels

.o-la-la-hah

a smelly pantry turns Lovers

amid stalled starry faces

and rude river men smother

dirt dog

a piercing planet of a mind

swells up like a dream.

Comfortably dumb, cars scream

and a careless hog

lives for being killed

and a beach of illness screens

old oats and ice-creams

easy blinded bikers lip-read

after telephones and deaths

and a blorted accidental head

crashes

Ah, a riptide shed

soaks paws inside gossamers

and weedlers of wizard lead

anoint Tudors with travellers

tired cellves rain in cunny hill

cured cunt-seas-lithe

spear endorphins from sparrows

uh haa bird of noise

enhearses voces with de gallows

and doctors of darkness

grasp cameras as christ spins

around and underground

i am scented with locked mess

i am pentangled in a night-dress

i am rented to silver nets

and all blue nudes are star-pecked

by peculiar Adon's devil-press

OO OO

o oo Olo

Ho ho high Ho

ssss

THE END.

o as an easy devil-press

publishes soft magazines, then death

will surely grin like a hostess

and i have always cleaned my sex

la la

a cruel crocus of the world wrecks

dunny dolls and breasts

and, lo, i wipe my bum with

red-crusted blue bread; and deaths

weep after mooned deniers

la la

o as an easy devil-press

publishes soft rapped rags, then

sentinels weep like a star

and i heave my eyes under venon

and i cede self to Mars

la la

o as an easy devil-dress

falls to the opened ground, mess

melts into eyries

la la la la.

i wipe my bum on bread

i swipe bent buns as straight spreads

soften into pale fire

a naked man in an endless hall

heats cold veins with drawl

a naked hand lays heat upon dolls,

and a house of fear

puts women on the streets

ah ahcoded cicada shades peer

deeply down into sweet tears

and a naked man in an empty hall

is shot dead by baby

coded eaters of the moon have to

sprawl across a wide blue mind

uh, roses under reapers

reap horses from deaf-blind Leaders

and Leda rides her toy swan

and dead Zeus leaps from de sun

a naked man in an endless hall

heats hard stains inside a mauled

city groan

and we arise from stilling stone to

find all children

lead to lead

O laden ravens of raping rain has

five hands in one salt thigh

and a pushing clam sweats glass

vastness in a cinema seals screens under

blue mental tundra

vastness in a river's car

carries collisions

deep, deep down where laden thunder

lashes usherettes to incisions

la la

once upon a mind, memories sundered

evil grey-goosed Mumma

and a bay of figs

shine just like kids, O,

we are sweated as we cry for Lovers

la la

vastness in a cinema seals screens under

dukedoms of red and gold

and a chunk of bread

wipes buttocks on the dead

and a bed of night dreams after old

body sirens

la la

once upon a mind, families sundered

evil, and a lantern in a desk

set fire to mien as an insane father

flew into a snipped

easy mirror

the ideal husbands of a bad wife

ignite wheels with gold

la, ideal bad lands sweat, and life

cries and bawls

o-la, a baby in cans cuts up light

and a bay of kids

widens into rubies

and a car of cinemas raises doobies

with nine clasped ladies

,,,

the ideal husband of a sad wife

sets light to musical waters

la, ideal wet sands sink into christs

and a baby on her way

to the dead cradles in her grave

has to weep forevermore.

a slasher of a scrote sucks fear

a cashier of sweet notes

pays for feline eggs

and a cooking sneeze hears fear

and a cashier of sweet notes

pays for fried furled losers

instamatic candles cup ears

ah deafening blindess peers in

a sofa shaped from old green sin

ahhh

eyes may well open into rivers

i observe a sea of rabid romans

raising de titanic

la eyes cure the trees

la minds heal the sea, and old coins

spin for blind panic

and a rill of tines teases a comb with

instamatic blued rolled pigs

and i observe a sea of rabid dead men

dreaming about a murdered legion

once, when shot, a cage of prisms

saw sparks shifting into prisons

and a wife of wine

weeps g-&-t

and a vodka spine jumps for missions

and we shoot red evening

i observe a sea of rabid romans

raising de titanic

and de shrieking devils of seasons

serve dogs to families

we see rise a purple wind as mummies

are wound in their mummy cloths,

and we raid ermine

and we raise vermin with vermouth

a harnesser of haridans hits upon

a bed of bound brothers

a farmer of dark spectrums stuns

blind men with fevers

ah ahwe scissor into lung

ah ahwe caress a dead sun

and as a wicked candler moves

flames to cradles

then a star of Man prays for nude

mental spies

we see rise a purple wind a cum

shoots a devil dune

and a kitchen in mid afternoon

has to rock bright tunes

la la la

a harnesser of haridans hits upon

bad graveyards

a grabber of ladders

scales heights for apple feathers

and weedling old keepers

weep, weep

ahh

the easter eats cause aldebarren

candy eggs where

eaten suppers feed dungs to snares

and a coded piggy pear

gets chewed to sweet death, air

will cum, cum

back homeward

ha ha ha

ha haahaaggh

Ho.

weeded wolverines wipe their hair

upon a furry duffle-coat

pig-penning pluperfect chidden gals

heat a glassy oven

swig-spinners

twig after pints as an SAE for girls

dons pearly mirrors

and we speak for greyed onion

and we sink into nuclear worlds

ah ah

pig-penning eaty-weepy larders

show bums to bread

wig-whipping crazy slept adders

squeak across swirls,

and we saw god's swirls

ah ah

granular statues fall into fathers

granite gold hides

sculpt hands with feet,

and a sea of guides brown dealers

and a blenched compost heap

drops burned cuttings into

dummy allotment green-sleep

ah ah

we are polite unto the very end

we are bright until

naily puckers puck around hills

and a naked bomb

bangs in the hand

and a boney island

falls to alien earth

ah ah

hoopers of hatred don good friends

ripeners of hatred

sup gashers from rich lost friends

and my deadly boat sets sail for

grey-green money moors.... Uh

pawed by brilliant apes, i swerved

outside a primal primate cat-curve

and my excellent gold car

had to collide with

grey toys and gunea pigs

a moped in a mouth drives kid

far East where

holy men on bikes live for trips

and, uh, a bone under stairs

do fucking jobs upstairs

pawed by brilliant apes, i served

old cake to a killer of a nurse,

and a serried swelled cell curved

a nameless sky with

keen mamma Kodak.. . Kids

prick porcelain

..coded glass trains

wave hello to veins

and a keen burnt flower

flows from a hand of dowers

ah ah

we have summoned banded reins

to saddle a whipping horse,

and equestrian tattoos heed

grey baths

and sin sinks into a bed-bath

pawed by brilliant apes, i swerved

far fucking West

and then I died..

hurled to small bits, i learned about

a whirring dead world

curled up, i snapt lips

lo, once a loch of kits loves Scotland

then a boat of crypts

will most certainly boom in the West

la la

hurled to small bits, i learned about

a pearling wet girl

and an ounce of rice will redoubt

easy rippings with naked family

la la

a loch under five seas has to shout

out aloud; and a shrieking memory

sweetens cemeteries

and radio darkness hisses

and mail-order faces send kisses

to dark breaded

gilly cum-leaded bruised follies

and we mitch

and we twitch

la la

and we fix a face to a wytch

and we ride to wiccan sleep

and a readied vanning peek

burns to silent death

endlessness has outlived us

emptiness has routed us, O

a butcher in jesus sandals has

dirty jutes for dinner boots

and the fotal feline under grass

leads dummy deers unto vast

radioed kinemas

old treads slay a bunch of lies

cold ribs crack

and a boney boomber denies

doom-led hoot-deniers

and we hasp a nut across laps

and we shit upon pierced Pies

and we don a doner meal

oo pluckers of puppies reel

inside the East

oo cutters of poppies reap

hot smoked penis-teas

and a diabetic nurse in a convent

prays for death's release

and weedlers watch disease

climbing up a fountain

/..

La La La

uhuh

lAo-LAY ..

END

fast grey-headed poster men

slap a smatter of dogs across gems

o a fascinator of cold children

sweeps old tears under the mat

and a den of pigs

prop old boars up on stilts when

fastb grey-bedded fever men

sweat for fay optics

when once an infant in a car

smokes a lazy bra

then a bone of cards deals stars

with two bared old hands

and odals of naked brigands

snap grease aside bizarre

bison buddies

la la la

an oathouse in a factory wall

swells up under blue bricks

a soaped gorge of refactories

peer inside bruised oils, O, lips

crack up

la la, dined doll-ducts dam cups

and we are here today

to observe the cold milk-raid

and a nutted pudenda under

dilly graves

heaps a nut-trade where mutts

spoil giddy grooves with

sealed sky-sluts

...

fast grey-headed poster men

slap a catter of a dog within gemmed

star-soiled suitcases

and a bird of rain

cries for spanish grain

and a cat in easter

wallows for xmas; and wild weepers

reap as death sows

odals of slowed fields enter thunder

opals of closed fields

centre sex under Numbers

and a biblecase drops the Lover.

.,.

END

a cattler of a girl

storms my head...

a rattler in my world

dances

and a corpse of clays

sculpts decay

and eyes are slayed

by killers

o. a bed of bones in flower

sleep to the quarter-hour

o a hide of silk

sulks inside a bed of milk

and killers

crisscross mental lords

a cattler of a girl

storms my bed..

a slivering gun of minds

shoots the mad

a rivering of suns grinds

golden gads

and we pray for money

and we pass on by

a city in the sky

a cattler of a girl

swarms under me

ah a coat of dust breeds

small cat-sleeves

and a rat on ice

jacks a giant steed

a slivering gun of minds

shoots the sad

and we arise to wind

easy clockwork radio

ssss

a rammer of a rambling ramrose

dams sold flowers with

easy garden kids

and a lake of gobs

drowns fast daffs where robes

expose a false sex

and a sea of dogs has to show

a stomachful of dizzy crows

.,.

a rammer of a rambling ramrose

lams a short flow of

green gassed bud-love

and a cabin in a glove shows

blue beds and nunneries

we hasten to hoot like an crowd

we paste bines upon

a lay of easy clouds

and a bench of bodies hits gummed

scarlet sainted moon-towns

a rambler under metals has to

drive a girl to death

oo a bony bagger of stoned cognition

carries sex to waste

. Easy sidlers season sense as taste

droops inside the mouth

and eyes in skies will burn ignition

a shrill faker in a fast field has to

piss inside five winds

.. Easy riders under grey sense

wastes wives with warders.

i see now the giant apple of nudes

hurling a core into

sweated flowers where killers

storm denial

doomy deniers in a day-lit nightdress

harkens to the unsexed

killers of rivers slide upon a wrecked

flower of rages

and a bonce of fire head-hangs decked

bodies of camphor when

deniers of sadness don clothed men

and a dazzler of the star-snipped

scrams babes down ashes

doomy deniers in a night-lit crest

defecates upon an urban bone

la la a car of drums

sinks cochleas under fast guns, and

ashen oglers of sadness

deify children with madness

a seated head-rest has to cut sand

a heated death press

delves cold cubbies with brigands

and a motoring motor nerve

snaps rubies from sweet sexed

dyers,,

emptiers of gold honeys

hip to a midnight beat ..O mummies

do shroudsails as sleep

weeps under cold clothing

and a wept star-reaper cuts daddies

with five sliced hands

ah emptiers of gold honeys

trip to midnight jeep where laddies

dance for grey barrows

emptiers of reeling empires swallow

grey-bedded bad swallows

and a seat in theb gallows

swipe diamantes from daisies

oa whipper of de Lord bellows

aside shitted gild spires

a raiser of kisses cuts bled lips

beneath blithe boilers of sex-bits

and a warden of pure rain

stations cats upon odal dick-veined

cunning vaginal meadows

emptiers of gold honeys

hip to a midnight sheet-;. O, Hades

cuts hell from bow bells as kiddies

talk sun home to the shallows

and a porny passage of red light

swallows emetics

and blind cats burn as heretics

shit inside rolled

,.angelic feasters of stared picks

prick upon a glass siren

, accidental feelers snap ricks

and we will slide inside women

ah ah

the son of Man cries red tears

the son of Pan espies

scrapers of grey venal road-lives

and ashen star-wives

blink upon cunt-seas-lithe

and you know that you will die

arousing sin with dizzy lives

and a coppice grate opens eyes

as wide as a woman's coop/

the riders of the dead eat

white-headed gal-meat

la a vampire's blood-heat

hisses under rolled teeth

and the hoteliers of the mind

ring a motel bell

and the riders of the dead reap

wild-woven sea-swine

a cavern shaped from sleep

rocks illed cliff-houses

ah a old Ibrahim knots faces

and a rink of rain

rams snow-showers

cold eager lucre pays the huge

medical purses of the

weeping wonder sex of screwed

body onions

and pushers of pariahs

peal pentangle with clued

baby bone

the riders of the dead eat

white-headed gill-meat

la, a cobra in a cupboard reaps

messy masses whose

laden ditty dive stocks

green boxes inside gold meat

the tricky dicky pie-men who

cook coke in a formless stew

lays lady waste to

hornets of greyed nickered

hooky pale-eyed peppers,

and a cat in a dustpan moves

massed eyes to soothed

germous weeping

the sun was told off today

the guns of God shot graves

and a muted sister skin

scatters dunes across the land

END

high fringes under female sleep

combs ashes into sand

huge minges slumber

sad midges cut gnat-heaps

and a blown boy at love's side

nestles within easy stone

high fringes under feline sleep

combs rashes into strands

hired volcanoess sweat for bone

and the carkeys in love's home

serenades bunks with

tree-foamed focalites of figs..

the lashes i have seen now stand

against whips and whipper Man

and the greyers of Woman

suck hair from out a gay root

and flashes star-summise

a bed of closed eyes

the dead come home to dream for

waxers of home-spun city gauze

ahh

idealised in Heaven, opened doors

feed native americans to

easter eaters of feathers in glued

hairpieces

and a languid hands rots nude

brooders of catters

and dead men hear dead matters

smattering doves with dames

END

nitric fever feels after bunny boned cotton

citrus dreamers

pee into limes

and a tangy pulsar hoops skins upon mutton

and the Suns of Death

drop lunacy from water

a dabbler on a dune drools after sweet killers

a draggler on a moon-swoon

layers cellves with warders of pure slaughter

and the valves of noon

string tocsins from funereal bells

nitrice fever feels after bunny boned cotton

o, glassy granite grains

grasp after baths as a concrete mind-mane

mops dogs with old cells

and a drooper on de dust has to constrain

eaters of snoopered city veins

aah ahhh

once upon a head, weepers cried for rain

once inside a bed,

creepers cudgelled lead with bald chilled brains

and a star at night

looks down into a strange world's

whooping sullen girls

we are the dates we get out for

we open up the gates

and then we jump to ride against human wall.

One hot dazzler of a dead day

we will surely suffer after pitch-snapt hay

and we will caress a cat's haycheek

and we will take haylong where coda clay

straps ghosts around blue engines

Uh Uh Uhh

ah ah ahh

OOOO

O O

EYE EYEEYE 2 EYE!!

this side of the east of eden, tyburns and elms

suck conkers from vast seeds

o a bride of the beast

separates limes from films

and this side of the east of eden, grey palms feed

old horsed eye pepper

to curled cunts where a scissor in blood feasts

fashions lambs from papers

and we widen up, up, up

and we swallow puppy luck

and weed walls us in to a brickhouse where need

assassinates monks in sculleries

this side of the east of Steven, tyburns and kilns

cut scrumpers from vast keys

o a wife on a swarm hammers heads beneath us

and world-weeping casements star-clad in Lust

has to carry a suitcase

underneath numbed staircases

ah ah

./.

the keepers of cheapsters cut a cunny salt-face

the reapers of parking meters

swallow small change

and a madam in macadam heaps sex upon lace

and we widen a monkery into

a dizzy cage where convents swing under blued

body veins

ah ahh

idioms of mermen stick a plumed fish head beneath

roaring neon stores

fixers of wide men suck a broomed sail beneath

grey geezers whose periscaping words of sleep

swallow vines and rashes

and a bun of blinds

bombs gay drapes with old moustaches

and a den of drakes dribbles around coded wheat

ah ah

this side of the feasts of Eden a dunny balled heap

sticks glasses up inside branded sleet

and we snow for trashes

and we row for crashes

O O

once aside a memory monkey, a triad of old peat

snaps a body brain in a garden door

and washers of wounded old whores

hire dust for dolly cream

and a bay of kids

sails out to die

neon bandages break-in to expensive sea-heads

and we arouse a candy bed

and we prowl around dated scissor-heads

and a salty urban hedge

is cut up where a pharoah on a ledge treads

egocentic blue water

..ssss

above blue allotments, wastelands hear deaths

cracking just like a snapped bee

aside naked basements, wastelands heed messed

honey-stingers

and ther razors of the hour

stir cakes into livers!Oh, once upon a desk

dockeries brought flowers unto aged swingers

hickory dickory dregs wallop a bloody torniquay

and we ride from easter

and we grind nuts with xmas-eaters

and, woven, madam Naples nips cookers from

blown daisy dots

ah ahi enter into pots once everyday

then come home to midwinter

winged spiced dice drizzles ochres on lays

fascinated dabbed rice

truckles around a crazy hazy penis play; Ah!

once upon mount zion in a stable

eyes turn to eyes

and laden raven tribes snip a jazzed sky-spy

with emptied faceless bed-cars

and holiness hips for a lintle in a house-high

vomiters of deadly thighs

...& swines and woman get real high

& savoured saviours suck slides

& pasters of bethlehem listen to god's sized

endless brides

END

sometimes we hear, fifth hand

'he just gave up his earth for christ'

and some think love's mind is trite

and some think sense is rude

the alleyways of a mad soul write

purple stations under life

and sometimes we hear, fifth hand,

'he just gave up his earth for christ'

a believer of sex and money ram

a saw doctor with endless sand

and a reliever of hot rain hits jams

and a bed of fevers

turns around a mirror

o sometimes we hear, fifth hand,

'he just gave up his earth to christ'

and some think love's mind is blue

and some insist that death is true

the readers of english money have to

countdown upon death's innings

and a license to resound

heeds lust as a sea inside the ground

swallows death

the readers of english bunny have to

sell soft magazines to idle killers

and, o, sometimes we swim mirrors

and, o, sometimes we wed rivers

a baby in a buggy parambulates for

the english fictions of a dead hot ward

and a book of silk

rests an iron upon a press

and the son of pages sweats for death

ahh

the readers of england have to stretch

a bolllockry of fiction with two hands

and the mikes of masks

swing, swing

and a bed of baths rotate for islands.

.,.

the riders of the city have to cram

word-blind ancthers down neon ham

ah,a latent cliff where easy madams

melt for cunt

arouses junk

and riders of the city have to cram

dyslexic beacons down

laying evil spunk

raiders of rode rhythm has to sound

a ball of piglets with

robed raisers of soft kids

and a radio's jam jolts aged pricks

and we rock for old grounds

the riders of the city have to cram

word-blind panzas around sedans

and a washer under maize

mucks up with two turrned fingers

o a body in a glass maze

hastens to cunt and then

we point two hands aside swingers

o we have to jam a coathanger

o we have to dam a sea of killers

and sometimes the earth seems blue

and sometimes the sun appears

darkened by the moon

and a sullen soldier whose guns rear

acid bones

has to shoot a banged baby

a draggler of neon hurt has to sear

a starry sneerer with eyed fears

and we reel in the east

and we gather suns from tears

and we ravel into sleep

o we have to join a coathanger

o we have to dam a sea of mirrors

and sometimes the earth seems blue

and sometimes high noon

slams bodies into birds.. Oh, old truths

hereby telll lies now..

when a weeper wails after killers

then a bath of bald blood

heightens death's arousal, and dogs

drink from barked scans

and a sea of calves carry old gods

unto veins where skin

peels and plays

o sometimes the dead sexed screw

umpeteen killers round the sun

o sometimes the wrecked will come

back home to a naked hymn

and gluers of salty deaths

occasionally cry

when a weeper wails after killers

then a hearth of stripes

ignites missions with cattle christs

and the centre of our earth

follows statues into the world's wife

a vastness in a stall sells cakes to

a burner of pies and flans

a deadliness of dolls

drinks from pans, and we arise to

a bed of butchered bread-bols

sometimes the dead spin from dust

sometimes the star-spun

execute bathers with guilty husks

and a seat of irons

sweeps sleep across blue lions

the idiotic saviours of a bad bald moon

slather after boned curled wounds

o a hand in heat

lays fingers under sleep

and a retardive seat of sadness swoons

and we sing for fanny meats

the egits who sing for urban clay raise

romantic hermits from a sea of graves

and we burn till drowned

and we yearn after a tangy town

and we dance for dunes

a room at the sides of a bed sound

belled gods whose eastern easy crown

drops an marshy royal wasteground

outside cellars

the idiotic saviours of a bad bald moon

slather after boned curled cartoons

and sometimes the moon seems dead

and sometimes the sun heats bread

a roomy shadow-boy bites upon riders

a gloomy meadow-girl

shines her easy summer round the world

and the wives of leaders

drown Leda with wound sea-worlds

mmmm

once upon a jeep, i rode a false car

too damned fast and too damned far

it is sometimes said that the livid dead

have forever killed the stars

it is occasionally said that soft cars

carry transits to easy beds

and we dream about easy city louts

and we sweat for voices

it is sometimes said that the livid dead

have forever killed plane Mars

it is certainly come to mind that sex

has stuck its fists in vices

a valley in a dirty moon has to deck

bedragglers of summer

and a lease of summers chills wrecks

and weed smoulders under feathers

it is sometimes said that the stars abed

may never use their eyes again

it is sometimes said that mirrors ahead

may never drive a mind again

and eyes have burned till dry

and spies have yearned until the sky

swallows vinegar Eden... Ohh

the mental joker of a mad hot mind

unloads sad head-juice where times

don a lazy hour

and a bed of lights delimits dead flowers

and a shed of mice

gets trapped within cruel heights

and we look down from huge windows

and we rook around a high meadows

the mental joke of a mad hot mind

unloads sad bed-juice where vines

form sperm-wine

and a baby in a wynd weeps for kites

and kestrils dagger after drunk bytes

once aside a city, i heard a sad life

crying forever

the bummy bunny juices of my fair lady

have to dance across five seas

the sunny body voices of a scared baby

have to dance against empty trees

and a starry hand

lands dust where evil bees

sting urban wasps with curing rubies

sometimes we enter into madness

sometimes we entertain

a vast moon where a sea of sadness

softens signs with burned paper

and the press is used

and the trousers are ironed by nudes

and the telegraph is moved

under tabloid tears

the bunny bummy juices of my fair baby

have to dance across hired trees

and sunny body-cots crop a cradle-sea

and a bendy bench of fears

swashes hands with swollen knees

mmm

i have overheard at close of day about

lampooners of bread and grout

sometimes we hear, fifth hand, that

sad man gave up his words to woman

and a sudden drop inside a cat

has to preen a dizzy god of a woman,

and livid faces hereby

walllow within feline fizzy eyes

sometimes we hear a vocal rat made

cold as the mice in rooms

and a shed upon a hill hammers slayed

body-breaking glass rooms

shapers of sadness raise hot tears

under makers of deadliness

and sometimes the mind cuts tears

and occasionally, an angel of sex

wallops a lashwide moon..

curvy sheet pain sucks female wrecks

empty sheet rain

sea-slams blorted evils into red mess

and our friends are led down roads

and outed fields

sumnmon large medical wode

and heaters of wheels

will watch the wheels forever?

a wallower of dark deaths has to dream of men

a rider in a death's Ark

casts vast spells from hot high windows

and, as seashells cry, then a wiccan under bark

will swallows city venom

ah a case of milk spills tea-things underneath

spatial palmists where children play

and wallowers of dark sex have to dig clay

and the wicked wytches of the seasons

abuses sails

the diggers of dolly corn have to arise slayed

body bells whose brolly porn

suppers after news

and a rider on a noose sea-hangs old nudes

and, ah ah ah,

my eyes burn up

and, la la, my signal lover sucks a grey nut

a wallower of dark deaths has tod suck muck

and catty keepers of feline luck

will stop eating now

the spiderers of martian webs spin cold truths

with two bared hands

the riders under fatal dregs

swill old lost tea

and a buttered roped bed

brags about sex brigands

and a mouse of deaths drapes rats underneath

purple city nudes

the eaters of eastern graves

serenade a blue-brained father

la la, a baby made as old as wet slaves

has to pleasure dogs with sleuthes

and once upon a mind, eyes burned to death

and once inside mines

we dug for wired sex

and a golden whore whose headpiece wrecks

spunk-decks

have to seize a gunner from god's grind

the spiderers of martian webs spin cold truths

closed spines shatter

and youths and hens and de father

stop

o and i cast spells from hot huge windows

o as i ring bells

i enter into witchery where a wand's swell

cuts my invoked penis down

and a gun of lice poke wicca into crowns

and a bun of mice

sticks a warlock from a shadow

and i cast spells from hot huge windows

o a i ring bells, then i disinvoke blind hell

a baddy of a body breaksdown

a lady of a babby shakes the town; and

ideal fotal burns

snack upon merlin-perms

and eyelids roll for stigmata

and mind-trips curse a bowl of water

la la la

./.

once upon a statanic fern, a sealed aura

heaped de lotus way too high

this eye of hired orion has to blink for

easy wizard wefts where the suns of wards

cast spells from gigantic moors

and the wands of day point a wiccan paw

at a radio gibbet

and a radio gibbet hides a poxy rabbit

and mad words are spellled all year

uh uh

a masoner of a mind-piece has to sear

a blithe ocean of mental wytch water

and a warlocked tree of skin must fear

all wizeners of legal wizardy

-O a mind-doctor's mental casted tears

crash down

and we burn a pentacle

and we form stars from pentangles

and we wash our hands in stars and stripes

uh uh ahh

this eye of hired orion has to blink for

easy slappers of invocatory devil-draws

and wanderers of cane-wands score

easy devil rhymes

these soft eyes of a whipped nude moon

smell just like lives

o these brides of naked nippled wives

weep for emptied children

and a ward of mikes broadcasts to

blind rooms where coded chicken

swallows faces

when once a bread of bytes cuts bruised

green stasis

then a lovely sex-bud weeps after cruisd

dreamed laces

but we tie our city shoes where

push-on sandals loosen buds with hair

these soft eyes of a whipped nude moon

smell just like spies

and we form nice sides

and we catch kindlers with easy brides

and we map a doctor's medical wife

and we cock after a naked cake-christ

the emptiers of the easy dead and gone

crumble after eaters of baked guns

and we have failed

and we have fallen from a valed garden

.ahhh

two hocked heroes hash after ravens

and blown body-vases outgrab

a petted fretted cunt-nest hits the street

a wetted netted cock-crest

dangles faces beneath ochres of sleep

and a bench of fires

seats fingers under pyres

and, lo, when once we succour sleep

then this grey town will resound

ahh

two rocked gardens grasp to meshed

cunt-seized-lies

and we wave hello to bruised tides

and we hiss across an urban bride

ahh

a petted fretted cunt-nest hits the streets

a shitted crested sock-press

snaps a wines from vinegars

and once upon my mind, i splay becks

and my prison falls

away

ahh

wallowers of wheatgerm has to deck

bald bones and bunnies

the master builders of hot dead England

must arouse some city bread

the fathers of killers

may well build tears

and we winch a bed as a sofa under spears

shoot guns stone dead

ah a vase of bone seals cats with ears

and we hear sex in our heads

when once a bone of brine snaps, then

veiny tripper tigers must

send cows to pure dust

and a pig of grease grunts for crusts

and a bay of builders

bend bully bricks with nine bared hands

,..

the master builders of hot dead England

must arouse some city plebs

and, ah, once aside a baby, sawn dregs

sweep candy eggs from infant sheds

and a bill of fayre

sells bake to gold hair

ssss

we have to count aloud the suns of

starry eyes and cosmic Lovers.

i cast a sad spell from a shopped high window.

As cusped wizard-wells

shoot a poxy dewy-dell

then men on wiccan hands and knees sell

wanderers of petalled pentacles

ahand witchery is a bunch of shit

ah and bitchery bangs crosses when lips

read a leprous cancer into a ring of clits

ah ahh

i eat under cured phlegm when cars hit

veined vans of jackknifed day

and a speller in a cellar stretches poxed pits

beneath a wall of wiccan Downs

i cast a sad spell from a shopped hired window.

i entertained the dead with living flowers..

Deaths warm a lucifuge from a devil-dower

and the wives of March

sell god's Reda to a sea-side's naked Arch

ah ahh

we are detectives of satan until the past

swallows the evil present..

the rank dizzy sex-smell of the peeing dead

drink to a vast sea-shell

and eyes i have it said that eyes can't shed

too many salt tears; and the summer in a cell

swells up, up

and rank fizz fiddlers of fondlers in Hell

slam the eaten brakes upon a sucked nut

these old halls i stride appears star-struck

but the giddy valours of endless fuck

swaggers around a nut-naked gal-suck

and a supper for a lunch may well

inch into lynchers where a washed bell

gets down on soapy ringing knees

and we will swing the trees..

the rank dizzy sex-smell of the peeling dead

cram cunty closed colours around

pissed crates of criminal creamy towns

and my little town

hastened a vehicle for me

ah ah...

lidded glassy statues must crumble

gridded gassy suede-shoes

must lead lady luck to filling mumbles

and a voice of wine

lynches whored hewn neon grime

END/..

weedlers of wild cats carry a feline catacomb

way back home where blue kittens roam

o a perch of fixed fur

maintains and hot tail where maned scruffs

swallow mice with water

and a blithe cat-heart heeds a fox under cuffs..

weedlers of wild cats carry a feline sand-stone

way back home when shooed catkin bone

build a den of dancers from mats and drones

ahh

five blown lions on a miraculous cliff claw

ideal leopards and easy queen-paws

and we may well observe a may queen's snore

shining purring creamings adown

a feline city where wide dogs left sound to

aa bay of barking, mewling ground

and an otter in a lynx has to stroke war

and a digger inside a pulled star-leopard

hastens to a ring-pulled collar

weedlers of wide cats carry a puma when

easy cat-sidlers

trip from the moon then trundle back to

easy meaty foods

and i feed my petted gal with hot rat-stew

-and minds melt under bats for certain

and an ogre in a kitty fur

abuses arrows where ferine fat-curd

weeps from a croft rough-lipped tongue

i saw a false cheetah in an animal theatre

peering into tigons and lyons

i saw a fast killer cat-mine digging neon

and i suffered catty limbs

and i preened my lovely lady

.and i gave my bed to a canine feline baby

breakers of cat-suiters don a tiger-stiff

raiders of cat-rooters don a ligron kiss

ah a leaping dream-cat that

sits upon his favourite mat will slap

cooled cooked liver and sweet fats

.ah

i will scour the kitten fields for money

i will crow aside the sun where cat-honey

jacks a raven with a crow's pawed chest

and eyes in eyes must burn

a street of rats where strangled ferns

scatter kitty oats upon a small death

ah..

when pushy pretty world-pussy lets

eager furry hands to preen gal-kecksathen a

cheated cheetah can-can will peck

pet pectorals and blue-blind kitten ricks

and we trip from the feline moon

and we trundle inside a wall of wounds

ohcurved cats live forever ,.,

fat fellah abuse a criminal country

eyes under puce

push sinners into rain

and a bow in noosed city ladies

rubs five palms together

a bad bowl of money has to sever

old radios and television

and an ark of Man watches vision

an eerie love bud

lambasts self with blood

lo, cast-iron cattle rend love

and a nagger under dreams endanger

dogs and men

and chaps and women raid a manger

these sad nights where radio dies

we have to hiss just like a mind

an eerie abuser of god's drugs

drops a blind anchor

oh these alien fruits i keep in my car

alienate bowls of silver

and eaters of droll ghosts shiver

and peter pan is led to planet Mars

and a bullet in buggy has to quiver

the sirens of summer stride against

coded killer riders

and wintry scissors cut old paint

and eerie male mongols cut liars

down, down

sss

o these alien fruits i keep in my car

taste like a hot star

dead abodes of dung

dream about stag beetles

o a starry road hisses and eagles

cry for a dead eyrie

.Deaths crack up

Sex sucks nuts, and a sea of sluts

drops the world..

easily saved, we unearth old

eastern manned seas of gold

and the wives of God

preach tears

eaters of bitter zen have to roll

a suitcase under dolls

and a bed of bodies

drops a baby

dribblers of bald balls will close

now

the stations of the dead

lay under baby

the natrons under bed

lay dirty Lady

and we grow lazy

the stations of the dizzy

sleep in a fire

the masons of rubies

build funeral pyres

and we awake to find

nothingness

nothing means everything

dying swims a sea of

wide rings

everything we did for hot death

has curled up in a heap now

. A cured curious curio has clouds

crying for lazy rivers

and a seat of clay

drops below the dead

//and an bowing buddy bed has to

crowd ill tides with rainbows

paddocks of blueness cut loaves

padlocks, punched, peer under

de Rose

and a ghost of war sunders cloves

and menkind drops

inside mental thunder

nothingness denotes emptiness

empitness denotes endlessness

and a blowing flower

dies out

and fingers twirl in doubt

the stations of the dead

murder sex and magic..

the natrons of the dead

murder self and music

and we ride aside

loud naked noise

and we listen to boys

the stereo seems naked

the DVDs are rabid

the TV appears vapid

and a sea of christs

visualise

dark midnight

the stations of the dead

murder sexy panic..

Deadlines seems abed

sadness seems fed

and madness

feels after God's head

stereo in butterflies

crashes into statues

and insects collect moths

and cities shake

easy winged snakes

i have odled a good face

eyes have blinded

communal space

and socialist stasis

drops the moon

when neutralised by urine

a rapid latrine hastens to dead-wine

and a boat of flame

wipes a sailor's arse upon

bled graves

ah a body's boom has to stun

daffodils and kilers

when neutralised by urine

a vapid easy-flush-loo moves

old grey rippers to pissed grooves

and a bolt of hail

knots baby under sails

ah a body's bloom has to soothe

old fazed fathers

o half-a-cup of tilted tittty milk

will render cream undone

and youths are fed to sweet milk

and nudes are fed with spun

body silks

amd a brother in midair has

eyes made clear as milk-glass

when neutralised by urine

we bite down upon a sex-hymn,

and the ides of pain

supper after naked grid-rain,

and when neutralised by urine

we see rise the second brain

a father on the feather has to

extend bones to wine

ah ah ah

AMEN?!!

silky sylvan canal men

abuse an insect barge- Oh,

where a madam under oaths

pray for legal baths

then a teenaged gallows

will surely rope wide gems

the water on the moon

has hereby melted into meadows

and the winds in rooms

grind coffees into dunes

and a bed of silt

breaks old butter when hilts

use a charabanc

sickly puking policemen

have to walk a dyed beat

and hot stalks cry after sleep

and a horse of hens

carries cats to a bald lens

waterers of families have

blind ears for deaf eyes

o a wifeling has to eat crab

and we fish for blue skies

once upon a tree, grey spies

cut binoculars from

coded grecian hair-hummed

body breeches

the sun and moon inside the sky

will not be known till wind-wells die

the starry bellow of life's spy

will not be known till wind-wells writhe,

and the daughters in both ears

cry for apes while shedding tears

and the faces of death's saint

swishes heart-strings under paint

the sun and moon inside the sky

will not be known till blackbirds dies

darkness swirls sex underwater

sadness twirls

and the apsis of a mad man saunters

under lips where clifftops

fade inside nine oceans

tbe sun and moon inside the sky

will not be known till illnesss fries

o once when a blagger of a man

cuts his wife and moves to England

then a boat of fishy scales

weights the callipers of blue wales

and a bed of oats

suppers for a city of stoats

.and old easy emptied sex-boats

sail out to fucking die

the sun and moon inside the sky

will not be known till wind-wells writhe

the starry gallows of a life

must hang the meadows until christs

rock the river Thames

when a baptised joker walks the seas

his mind is filled with vacant bees

and as men fall

, then a room of dolls tapes drawl

and a baker of bols sees loafers

;layering denial with spastic sofas

oa baptised joker walks under sonar

and a butcher of a veinous vault

vaults fast pleasure horses

ah ah..

the sun and the moon inside the sky

will not be known till windwells die

and a pusher of blood bone

worships infants on death's throne

accidental families sweat for dromes

occidental memories

widen wolves

and a dogdayed car drives for home

and a blackbird dies at the edge of night,

and a mane of fools

captures day from light

burnt books where the seagulls are playing

a signal sinner's salt signet

slashes tines as combed babby dragnets

search bled reeds for fished nets

and the lepers leap from gay hills

and mad Orlando sucks upon killers

and a greedy Harlequin

heaps a grave oven when

endless tardiness peeks into Devas

the sun and the moon inside the sky

will not be known till wind-wells dry

and a dresser of tiger loam

will not be known till magma phones

bad boys and men in season..

the catters of the curved will spoon

toffee burners to hired noon,

the rattlers of the nursed may cry

deep inside a naked mind

and the madness of the moon has to

writhe where mad men get too high,

and the cappers of one billion eyes

may bastardise the windows of spied

vinegar natrons

and sideboard breakers fasten to

leaded mess and plastic fruits,

and the leader of an sinless day

washes wine with brined sea-clay

and the sun and the moon inside the sky

will not be known till wind-wells dry

and masoners of fairy feed fawns to

a doltor of huge daughters

and halters of dudes dam ald porters

and dammy porters

raise ruinous suitors of cold grey

candle killers

ha ha

THE END

the deus of a mad holy scam

sells dogs to leather

the digger of a sad holy fever

stops to love

these days when an SAE

vanishes in blood post, lovers

cease to varnish

and waves hit mothers

the deus of the mad sleep

the faces of old dads

dons daddy metal

and

as we treat sex with Dettol

then we learn of

dirt, death, and hot mental

macadam madams

these harried days when a boy found at sea

dare not dream

hit me directly in my mind

o, hurried graves

ram dead screen where men don't shine

ah ah

when a boy found at sea stops the trees

then an oak may find an apple

and a stoat under lime

has to tell the time

ah ah

waves hit the shore as eaten times

cry forever

in a timeless space

easy hot sliced dogs of deadliness

fasten beads to nunneries

.As we treat sleep

then we arrive from

a bald headed station

ah ahwhen once a sea of lungs

shoots a dead gun

then a bun of christs will cum

deep down within

anal sea-skins

studios of glass send old sins

where, laced, a godess

dams a doggy harnessed

sea of limbs

easy hot sliced dogs to deadlines

fasten beads to sculleries

and we wish a fond farewell

to children caught in hell

weevillers of wild wide saviours

heal the bloody rich

Ghosts hant a bitch

and some sonic vast bride shivers

and sad men play

and mad hens pray

easy hot sliced gods bark against

city grass

and city grass vomits in the past

and weevillers of dead dead glass

shatters like a body

the oaken applers of dead grave

sing for headed moonlight;

and all are saved?

the eaglers of eerie eyries heat

dummy beans

the feeder of eerie eyries eat

dunny dreams

and a night of owls heeds wheat

ahh

easy hot sliced dogs shit on sheets

and we ride

and we writhe

and we dance for light meats

and we lance a sea from eyes

eaglers of eerie eyries will beat

old men and sugar beet

and a riven tide

teems with chocolate

and a driven wife screams for

dogs and roses

easy hopped sliced Gods rob

cream banks for

cunts and wards

on honey hill, on honey hill

there is a pontiff selling pills

hot bled sunshine daubs rills

and we are here on

old dead honey hill

and ashen women stare

and children dare not care

on honey hill, on honey hill

there is a pontiff pushing pills

and i rise above evil prayer

and i listen to thin air

and my head burns up

and my body lifts a cup

days deep above old stairs

on honey hill, on honey hill

there is a pontiff selling pills

ah ah

the shadow of a signal crab

pinches ploves with pincers

and a wife of cars

drops a king-card

and men swing, swing

outside our world

on honey hill,on honey hill

there is a star of songs

and evil draggards jack songs

and you and i went

wrong

the gallows of the deadened

swipe guns from gardens

and a bed of peace

heals a breached fleece for

golden sailors

on honey hill, on honey hill

there is a pontiff pushing killed

kite-moonshine

Are on the night ship?

when stationed under funeral thunder

eyes under eyes may well

taunt bad sin to death

and a coronet of bloods bangs deaths

and when twirled, old ladies

father flames with cardial stiffs

and mummy's mamma moon lifts

lunar kisses from hands and lips

and strobes undercut

the massive veins we tread

o vast salty soffits get lagged by

sprawled pharoahs

and i am sent to pyramids

and my world is pyramid, and eyes

raise rosebuds from blue skies

when stationed under funeral thunder

wideners of wolverines

must swallow hard

and a dogdayed bard

shrills poetry at a wall of aubergines

and me and my odd world

weep, weep

Ahh

o vast saline sun-kits build hot rain

and we burn for pups

and we tip a dog-cup

o villians of the forcing rise stain

bitumen with window-panes,

and a evil broad

cuts angels from narrow frauds

and repairs made to mind-wards

wallop the eager mad

and deaths turn just like a slut

Ohhh

we sucked a nut as windwells

donned drag then turned to Hell

the nice and dizzy stanchion in a bone-pulled world

summons up fay summertimes

and a shanty town

has to hide loud ghosts in war machines as

nice and queasy pantheons pull plums from mines

and a bay in a bath

wallops murderers with acid masks

and a neat wide lady

hastens to a cruel cab

and we cut blortedness from

coded beams where a writer on a gun

serves riders of air to

jabblers and eaten loud nudes

o villains in a forcing car carry cruklocks under

sweltered corn

and a bowl of sleep

serves soupy dreams to Father

and we fade to deaths as a coded evil Lover

sweats for de Mother

nice and dizzy dry stanchions in a bone-pulled world

summons up summertimes

and a sharpener of mummy-minds

thinks of cellars

and nice easy weeble christs

lend crosses to cocks

and wide and peasy sea-mice

scurry from the seas as men drown

o villains in a forcing star slap bright lips

and white streets which seem dirty trips

a cloned crowd of

buzzy men

END

on honey hill, on honey hill

there is a doctor in mill;

and word are leant to killers

as faces learn of mirrors

a villa in a bath has to shiver

a river in a car has to

collide wuth hero mothers when

honey hill falls down

on honey hill, on honey hill

there is a pontif pushing pilsl

on honey hill, five winds today

bustle under basin clays

and the fingers in the ground

twirl aside a sea of sounds

a villa in a bath has to shiver

a rider under planet Mars

melts into a lift and a mirror

and we read the news

and we hear massed screws

whining under rain

de angled angels under truths

combat a winged nude

ah, a doll of death has to move

honey hill to fierce sleep

/and lunged seraphs don smoothed

heads where cherubs reap

doled deaths and slept meat

/..

if the scent of the dead may reap

the auguries of mad male kind

then a cattler aside a dustheap

may whimper as weed reclines

in an opened grave..

on honey hill, on honey hill

there is a pontiff pushing pills

and a vein of dust

nips easy blood as cunny lust

dies...

o fishermen of mermen hiss across old tides

o kissers of grey ermine

lock a knottted gene inside a spool of Ides

and the nine o clock moon

rocks grey lunacy aside a veined cold rock

and fishers under gilled men

lay dirt-waste to gold hens

ha haa once across my mind, i heard tithes

cringing in a fallowed church of children,

and the anointers of twelve hands

layered vaginal fingers on an old rock band

ah agghh

we are caved inside a screen

we are laid by sirens

and a crazy cosmic baby in a stream

cries out,and lovers of babbies dream for

ochres of cradled

crammed dead emotion

fishermen of mermen hiss across old ties

o, riders of grey vermin

rock a candle-cock under beds and school scribes

and we raise a rammer from

a pistol in a blue flame

and a vase of sweet rain raids dust as spies

sidle into lost lies

ah agghh

once upon a buddy, a digger for dirty wards

swept a guilty rose into the rain

uh once upon a buzz, a killer of filthy wards

swept a mental rose into hot grain

and a charabanc of salt and honey

rides from out a floater of blurred muck

ah a zen of blue men shafts easy aped fuck

outside green beans

..oooideal screens show a diamond

oooeasy creams anoint a show home

and a cot unfound under schemes

rocks death's soul with clementines

and a baker of beauty

butchers flax with dough-dammed bodies

and a fellah on a dime

spins english coins where a dollar under lime

exchanges cock for money

.and it is no go for the merry-go-round

and it is no go for indian cherries

and it's no go for the winter's sounds aahh

burners of bracken bounce daises when

coded riders upon red corn

baton grey lead with delvers of ashen

paved storms

and wiveners melt into tears

,,,

Uh Uh

O O

I I I

THE END

Submitted: September 05, 2021

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