gertrude was quivering in the corner, urine pooling in her pretty red shoes while the ferret in the swinging cage spoke passages from '120 days of sodom' and all the while, the house vibrated from the marching police mobs, coming fast and strong, lucid in their vision of domination until the rodent shaped man from the hovel next door whispered an incantation of undiscernible origin and the pigs began the penultimate melt of their bodies, which was a good thing but for the heinous coagulating goo left in our streets.
Grenadier arse keg lit needlessly near good queen embryo.
Onanist maintaining rhythm to coincide with second plane.
Nunching after a blow back felch.
Another cat’s paw sewn to empty testicle sack, flapping wildly about its pole.
Dentist drilling for oil finds nerve to ask out her reclining screamsomeness.
They / the words and sentances toyed across the synapses / metal on a nerve that tastes its blue / its saliva inducement / caked flakes of semen in Pollock appliqué / brown ribbed seat / hot plastic smell / the grim stench of objects covering / a tartan rug / a masterpiece waiting to be unveiled / reflects in glasses / permeates stilled water thinking / lust / exhaustion pipe / layered rubber of fan belt / rust / rust / rust in wheel arches / giblets churn in stomach of empty art piece / arranged to be arranged.
Service station on the A1 / night / heading north / parked lonely / the Gilles de Rais certificate scrumpled and in the footwell / unrecognised by the authorities / a motorway patrol gleams past / silent / glazed / coated in orange lamplight / still light / formaldehyde movement / stillborn / still death…
like film venus.
in the corners evolve heated ribs, beestings and tsetse flies.
before cuckold was fuck, brusque cuffs ate this roseate cirrhosis. sidereal rites lilt dark interior ethers. all this tar parting fascia. near rents yell lit sisters, there’s gin and foxes’ pale etudes in the dark. nadirs ran egos. sidereal Octobers’ new heat, etc. nights sigh in their delirium tremens, nictitating the membrane that is you.
the new stars wallow ill, late and fetal, merelit stubs. dehatched.
you, over time.
naïve lapsing of ethers, rough kick to fat regions. rent, sere effigy
if her lilts end.
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family young evolution Lester biology in pigeons clothes couldn’t
keep housing and years did he ask his plants so many times over and over again
how enjoyed his spent was to eat what Andy did to her
that made us believe that no life of much students during times did lessons
of that natural university
the student beetles may be fond
but we ants at your doorstep accommodate 3
in carnivorous relatively pants selection
so no it’s time
a confuse female
but first you start tuning females duets
respectively you the warbling are jamming
her song duet if and now two hears the dueling
of a goddess notes and can and is it his
but effectively hypocnemis rhythms will change mate's male between strong duet
Singing, and hear antbirds crying as birds skip cooperation
Sing notes she mate¬
i am the monster
the monster is me.
blind alley razor
abuse by decree.
i rotate my rage
to alleviate guilt.
my conscience broken
my mind on tilt.
i am the monster
a dark retard
pale by reflection
i am the monster
hear me howl
bent by moonlight
language so foul.
i am the monster
wet from dew
see me reflect
an image of you.
I fell down this hole in a spiral of mewling cats.
A cacophony of stars, blinking, blind and brilliant
That spun a druid curse of vapour trail cloud.
Violence dressed in flowers.
My marvels unhinged as one, a desire of kitchen utensils that passed the hair lip stair trip flash and crash of metal objects. Of tin and bronze, chrome and steel. Boxes of charnel ruin that scooped debris on the hoof. The passengers of lost fell upon the glade day as fresh parts in a bad leg hovel.
Scattergun and furious they toast the limp horn crust with saliva from a mule. Its television eye switch from frequency patter can to the high minded ethos of advert.
For on and on galvanise the frontiers of lose chain that assemble like rich tramps in a poor mans Harrods, that fester full broth and crème fresh, tampon satin snivelling groin lust. Her hard hat wears a thin cord to strangle the cries of the amorous and mad. Insane laughter like the beseeching of Grace Poole whose madness silver smith picked the locked sanity of the barman general whilst his foot sore foot soldiers grieved their aching web feet like the scrotum of malachite.
A fistful of time floating down a mist of memory while tied to the harbinger of puddle rack and guilt.
to Loom over
the ww album.
Inventions added a
Fingered Charlie and pretty in
All Your Location
Becomes a Reality
Activity are Being Tracked - Magic 50 Years in the Making -
When You Need Him
You Sleep and Diagnose
Your Problems Here's to the night, The Rebels.
Don't Ask Me
All cartographies seem to freeze, new faces lost hopelessly in laughter and play, the dazzling hues of pink leaping from the concrete before returning to their song.
Iam thick, opaque glass and: the world over guarding perfectly ample hips, fearing they will dissolve and waft through lonely, dirty alleyways; memories led to the edge of the sea and given a gentle nudge outwards; cigarette smoke rising unexpectedly from the pages of an open book to complain about how resigned it has become to its condition; a final telepathic fuck-you, another syringe withdrawn from another emaciated arm; astronauts wandering the margins of space, eyes glazed over, still chasing after the ecstasy their visors tell them is right there.
without a person to be
clean butchered socket
I lick your pussy
choking on a hairball love
crumpled horn my make believe friend that sanitizes chrome telecom with a hiss of her hand. the weather heats the vat of silken ties that escape to hide with the vipers of seldom. across dead fields, centipedes gallantly gallop.
i never thought i'd inhale this wind again.
lesser days than this.
am i uncertain?
parlance passes by as if a floater; a memory stick; a USB and a USP. (little membranes that are said to float across the cornea- feel no fear!- normal) disgrace flaps a hidden half wing - a bat of choice hearkens to the village spat out from corroded lips like state smelling spit from a dry fuck. as wholesome as this but not as it might be (a fingerprinted bartop).
a barcode for a bad monkey these days. unavoidable stains the minute changes they glue to code the pocket in the miasma of fulcrum bent. that thought that has been genuflects a frozen format. a style of rainbows like the humming fridge-hounds bound for crowns that forest the damp patch, (her secret kept in the kidney) the moist crutch, the hallow hole of her risen skirt lips. we peel apart the bar stool to fold the hour small and flat into a glimmering of pike shafts.
the plant pliant grins a stalk of ears. (somewhere quiet he stood with long disruptive hair among the fields of wheat, trucks howled by)
my planet aches for thee on silver sperm. dresden ingnites another dream as the fallout from hotels rise ash cover by the dirt track of embers.
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