Wednesday, February 18, 2009


Stains on the black typtop
Two th'ole womain flappyn
Her earmes. Curdle ill fittin.

Closeted rubble shifted
Blaudy scyrte uninformed
Woe men.

The kinder spoke and cursed
Egre radiant busstoppian.

Fallen out into the world
Swirling neglected melange
Flung colour and sound and cents
Linked the latte whaite cent of ma
Ore hunky whiskey baccy sents of pa.

Echo Narcissus rides blind desire
Caeca Libido

Angel angled for d'answerve...
Pimply piercings a turbid see
Of unquenchable desire.

Pink clowned Skye of days
Faire oaf reign falling (THE FALL).
Busted arse clouds maken
Whole into spacious blue andless
Why Where - Bardic playtime
Whey Watt - A fawling throngin'

Stroung contradictions
Bubbling in wondrous acidity
Womit trwon out other
Exiled (Like the kindle above?)
Profane Spectacles.

Logica, rhetorica, & dialecticus
Dance bafflement afronte fences of
Fecal presst forthe dissemble
De state.

A half dead sleepy diptera
Lights my earm and crewlen
Claws an entire world whole
My Flesh, generations of empyres
Rise and Fall unseen unherd
Unknown. & I and I gauze into hair eyes
What do you know of the world?
What poems and songs sung?

Life mawking saw bones
Lust handing pornographer
Fall Fell Melding

Whorl of metal & plastique

Oui cancan corn
Felt conficker viral...
Our blind failings.
And bland fallings.
Never felt desire.

And we know not what Victory
In the gwot will look like...
But once work becomes play
We will know Revolution

Has been one.

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