Friday, April 04, 2008
I every walk the morning path; my soles bare
palm parch dust; my husband has failed to
protect the market; he co-bears consumed
flesh as a portion of their emblems; his heart
grows a yellow fatty substance in trying; I do
not paint my lips in grease nor put gold on my
fingers; I worship the first thing I feel; my love
is a filigreed framboid; it has no power with
him; his bodyneed burns hole through the
rondavel past hearth; our neighbours bring
twined brush in soliloquyd bunches; when he
goes to trawl graves we wake ourselves with
whispers; we creep the logicchinks but our
efforts keep passing and passing; I fend off
our elders with my hip swerves; children scrawl
elongated nipple tubes along any wall of my
water walking; we shall desist analysing who
pierced our protection; one lineage edicts we
swap live liver for amanuensis; but there is
only that which we've birthed with our mudfroth;
no organ suffices; my legacy is penance is
a small bleeding blister jewel; I hide my curse
by evening; the scrubdogs pelage our night
perimeter; I wake from cursorial dreams to
put a pinchpelt upon my amulet cleavage;
my little stone awaits in the dark prayer dark
corner altar; I write away networks of phagous
debts with my broom; my advances are a
single pale pyrite palpitation; tonight the men
go labia hunting in respect of my progress.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
s/he has visited steel upon
me: elinvar in crack realed
s/he has veered to re-
appear austenitic
cold chisel feel
and unmerely
severe: my
quench nipples
retched, revered
s/he has pluralated
swish responses from deal
bruises face-hardened falcion
pardon arm excuses: s/he has been
teeth tethered below
me: s/he is a slow
koftgari crave:
vanadium and strongtium
open-hearthed in this part strumchink
created all longtitudinal all clink ubercold freedom gone
............................................ ... adornment: s/he comes
more frequently than pleaseplease swoon allowances:
s/he sheaths more eventually than really
intuited: creels more honesty
beneath me: twelve gage
chainmaled diamond
meshfleshed after-
weals pinkripe
for linking
squealed, and
....heart carabinered
Thursday, March 20, 2008
life on the pink
I want y/our slink proclivities
I want their satin subtererogatives jizzed
I want their dermis defiance necessitated on a
one touch risk
I want pull rip
I want slap sponsion
y/our after-spit stockingrun potion
I want y/our rosebud-ink
I want it vivificative, unspoken
I want scratch blooms red-fletched in a
downswoon motion
I want arch creation
I want it all-lip festered
y/our fast sap interlink concoction
I want y/our little cheekchinks
I want y/our spittle rim spectrum
I want its tossled risen rub sheen glistening a
swoon marcation
I want lap stink
I want consemination
y/our smooch dream connection
I want y/our pink
I want y/our leak brinks
I want their birthcream spillage
I want their dangerous possibilities peaked to
horripilation
I want hide and seek
I want blend mutation
y/our after-earth meek mendelian
I want y/our dear cheap
I want y/our chiasmed seepage stoppered
I want it blot tethered towse topped smeared by a
steel link rope
I want what I think
I want your kink
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
kiss on the camber
I want t/his kiss
I want t/his hole a moth mouth
I want its jizz-probiscus curls not to miss
I want night festered pluck suckerered on a
my piss opportunity
I want lip occurrence
I want itasit unfurls to slip
t/his salivaspot honey-hun runnel
I want t/his kiss
I want t/his jadeblue zest taste
I want its anything more than just the gist
I want deep dug freeze thaw cleaver coombe
whorls to pucker
I want spume abundancy
I want it predated, heirarchied
t/his inhumed haste presumptative
I want t/his kiss
I want t/his sharpness
I want its finger print bloodlet acuity
I want unfettered access to its fuck potentiality
my let impunity
I want rush salinity
I want it pre-adrenalised, re-
realised t/his repeat phenomenality
I want t/his kiss
I want t/his swallow fluency lissed
I want its rinse property frisked bonebare
I want care hurled'a tenacity city horizonless
my daring normality
I want boundaries stalled
I want yours mine theirs hers
t/his s/he enthralment bought to climax
I want t/his kiss
I want t/his wet promise hapaxed
I want its chastise-enfranchise branded
I want it doublestandarded backhanded singlemalted fizzed
my dime, my risk
I want swerve rapacity
I want its unexpurgated remiss
I want her kiss
Sunday, January 20, 2008
he has me backed up in the cave. I
want his she. I
wait and wait: my
past sefer-scribed, scrolled up into
its own profuse anastomoses. I
am pinioned by stalactite causes: I
have pissed my feet with the waiting of
him. I
cover my toes with
.........my third wings: I
shall draw her out of him shall have to
unfurl shall make satin from
serge: I
mither grogram specks to scatter-pearls: I
scavel in the chert-dirt pick scent trail,
stiffen enough to spraint: she
further inches and further her taint stink gossamer rose and silk and incomplete first
rouses : her
origin glossal: I
want him holed up in the patience truss: I
want her fossiled in the residue sluice-duct: I
want her towsed: have her undisambiguated, smacked up in the psalmplay splay
position,
bait
laid
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
I want you
in my cunt
I want you to stack your deck
I want you to place your cards face-up
I want you to show your hand
I want you to shake your dice in a little plastic cup
in my cunt
I want your ace king queen jack joker
in my cunt
I want your canasta cribbage poker
I want your blackjack gofish euchre
I want your major arcana
in my cunt
I want you trumped
I want you to national hunt flat race steeple chase hare chase fox hunt
in my cunt
I want you to bring out champagne socialist Range Rovered protesters drivin' down
my streets a cryin' hey it's me and I'm dynamite an' I don't whyin'
I want Van Morrison Patti Smith Jim Morrison
in my cunt
I want George Clooney with Mickey Rooney's energy
in my cunt
I want J Edgar Hoover all dressed up
I want Damien Hirst maggots I want Tracy Emin's tent stitched up tight I want her bed her empty
booze bottles slippers snot rags fag ends knickers Saatchi artwork Momart warehouse fire risk
in my cunt
I want Condoleezza Rice as performance artist
in my cunt
I want you to impress your carbon footprint on the world's deepest hardest farthest highest
I want James Cagney about to fall off
I want you to set foot on Everest and make my base camp a dump
I want your pathetic inadequate outdated sentimentalised Forrest Gump irony
in my cunt
I want you denied your enhanced body armour bullet proof vest by a British Army financial
efficiency test in a
I want their lush plump prime sharecropped lot festering
in my cunt
I want George Bush's best terrorist threat quotations
I want Barack Obama and Hilary Clinton facing off
I pray the lone assassin's bullet tinpot buckshot
I want the unlawfully held let off
I want the condemned
I want you to lose the plot
As I said I want you to hedge a bet: you ain't seen nothin' yet
in my cunt
Monday, December 31, 2007
I want you
I want you to call a meeting
in my cunt
I want you to write the agenda and then stick to it
I want you to turn up unannounced and screw it
I want your directors your investors your speculators your animal testers
in my cunt
I want you to make it a brand
I want the grand the second-hand the canned the sweated salted pan-fried
suntanned stoned single-malted jellied jarred mechanised and undermanned
in my cunt
I want the barred the banned the pitied the marred the scarred the various assorted
in my cunt
I want them hosted I want them toasted and I want honey-roasted
I want the courted the dated the feted celebrated the underrated
in my cunt
I want them borrowed I want them lent I want them taxed fined overdrawn and spent
in my cunt
I want them early I want them late I want them awaited
in my cunt
I want them carbonated chlorinated percolated fluorinated
I want them long short précised abbreviated censored expurgated
in my cunt
I want them hell-bent pimped limp stiff dressed spiced trounced dumped dead tipped tripped trapped pumped primed ponced
in my cunt
I want the attested the arrested the sorely tested
in my cunt
I want rich men poor men beggar men and thieves
I want take this take that round robin jackshit diddlysquat
in my cunt
I want Adam I want Eve I want the Garden of Eden the Twelve Tribes and more than enough seating
in my cunt
I want you to arrive I want you to leave I want you to thrive I want you to take pity
in my cunt
I want you to take shelter take care take cover lay siege move over moreover
I want you to hold steady make ready
in my cunt
I want your fleet I want your gain I want your storm troopers high seas heavy losses hard won terrain
in my cunt
I want your sacred and profane prophecies obituaries broken promises lame excuses profuse apologies and any other business
in my cunt
vetted spellchecked typeset diarised photocopied faxed backed up graffitied scrawled reinstalled and texted lest I forget: I want you to meet your calling
in my cunt
Friday, December 14, 2007
I want you
I want you to make war in my cunt
I want you to abuse your hedonism and then schmooze it
I want you bandit on my road to Apocrypha
I want you to sign a secret treaty and then refute it
I want your Lucifer look-alikes I want your cluster strikes I want your military order
in my cunt
I want you to drive your tanks along the trackless sand in my cunt and flatten
.............................................................................the already homeless
I want you to ask the World Bank to pay for it
I want you to forfeit your rights to fresh water
in my cunt
I want you to lie down and whimper
I want your missile code I want blood all over the road
I want Coca-Cola to make soda
in my cunt
I want the company to deplete all wells I want babies’ bellies to swell with constant hunger
I want the ironmonger selling slaughter with your guns
in my cunt
I want your daughter gang raped I want crack cocaine I want all relatives slain
I want no rain I want minefields I want night raids I want dead sheep
rotten teeth AIDS and phantom limb pain
in my cunt
I don’t ever want it to be over
I want to run for cover
in my cunt
I want to shout for my mother
I want your polemics beliefs disputed boundaries your oil sheiks your gulag factories
your lack of government your dispossessed disenfranchised repossessed lowest
class your non achievers fervent believers
in my cunt
I want your doublebinds your headlines your wealth your alibis your convincing media bullshit
I want you to stuff me full of it
in my cunt
I want you to live behind dark glasses and an electric fence above any suspicion
I want your botoxed celluliteless legged fake tittied trophy size-nought wife practicing her catwalk
in my cunt
I want you smooth talking whiter than white your height-weight ratio perfect
I want you beyond all redemption
I want millions dead
in my cunt
I want your head with its clear conscience asleep on your pillow
in my cunt at peace dreaming of running along some endlessly Jungian .......................................................................................beach
I want you to teach the children lies:
paradise is paramount
in my cunt
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
I want you
I want you to wake up in my cunt
I want you to yawn and bend and stretch
I want you to draw apart the curtains to my soul and
..............................................throw open the window
I want you to walk around and around in my cunt
...................................................until the sun comes out
I want you to say hi shake hands laugh cry sing dance shout
I want you to celebrate in with about without my cunt by for before during after
I want you to creep run doubt dither hover zither slurp and saunter
I want you to chill out hang out dial out roll out pig out speak out flat out
hitherto for thereafter
I want you to fail I want you to succeed I want you to falter
I want your doppelganger zeitgeist id and alter ego
in my cunt
I want your presence spirit psyche world possessions money home children enemies and aura
in my cunt
And when you are done I want you dusted and busted and fabulously gloriously re-
alusted
in my cunt
I want you to rest in my cunt with your head
.......................................on my breasts
I want your worst
I want your best
I want your testimony to my cunt
I want you unstressed impressed best dressed highly suggestible in my cunt
I want your whisperfest in my cunt
I want you defenceless and exhausted
I want you to fall asleep in my cunt
I want you to seep I want you to leap through dreams of every possible permutation and celebratory aspiration inspiration frustration altercation in my cunt
Don’t hurry
Don’t tarry
I want you to:
..................marry
my cunt
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
spinal tap 1
when she left she
left me a slice sliced that
should be strikedthrough
but BBCode won’t allow it like-
wise I hate old men who hate old women
who talk about masturbation who won’t allow
it so that I look for hubrisses on
floors because of disproportion
ate strikes
...................................................................and
fabulous other stuff to be constantly wiped and
masturbation allows for that like-
wise doghair which is why I
keep dogs (so) after the
left there is the spine to be sliced that
extraordinary scenario the one fewer
old women escape ah and how old women
hate
(you) would be surprised “well dears .....................the
enemy is outside in the hall a puckered Klein with fullbodyhair
μing like Lothario on speed” so that’s why dogs dogs!
especially ooh the little one which licks when she
left me sliced waiting for
my eventual degeneration
she forgot the fun I might
have my little cackle circle
laughing and laughing and hence
at their expense a full hand and them dithering themselves as to
values mean
while the younger ones it’s true still suffer “once we were married he
went so (his ethnic background) on me” but all I can do is advise more
filth on the floor I say don’t answer the doorbellphonetextphone don’t. Just look
down there is more than enough crap beneath your feet she after all left me
little liver pots surrounded by their own myelin sheaths
now puckered as fluted pastry cases I’ll get someyoung
unsunbathed flabpupp submissivemale in here who’ll
kneel (a wholedose of history in each masturbabyory spot)
......................................................................and
clean
up
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