Flyblown Her cutlets. Touch by taste Her leg in lace. Thighbones, lie lows Sky-sewn rhizomes. When she is away All the world’s phrasing goodness is locked away; Kept at bay behind a punishing net, Like a ginger sandwich-filler’s butter-eager locks against a mesh. Demented from the length of time I spent inside my oubliette mind.
Awake again today. The lark still lies. Dark the rilles which remark “Still night”. Lies still while the smart fox disguises what ills his corpse-mind prizes; Skulks, prones, courts day’s first strokes upon his rufous cloak and flanks; Watched flock moving over bitten salient with the unassailability of a tank.
Having found folk fails stopping me wondering which abode Could have been my home; which bozo one of my folks. My life an overkissed toad with no princely signs Searching phonebooks, what for mystifies. I can no more be stopped Than a coin dropped from atop Some unlopped giant can be stymied By a leaf.… Read more: Impossible ceasefire
After wallet loss? Get dialling Flawless across from me smiling Lawless, I’m either so inclined, that way minded Or imbibing ten pints of cider makes me wild. She Bonnies my Clyde Slides across someone’s lost car’s bonnet Highballs of monkmade champagne crossed with dubonnet Spirits made for stripping paint, add a drop to voluminate. My… Read more: EXCELLENT COMPANY
Verily like that which a crestfallen Scottish king might see Webs in trees which wend and bend yet never break to breeze. I sift great debris. I lift a sad facial fragment, mostly undamaged. Death in threes. Destined to fall like tested leaves. Kept in a freezer Like taxidermy an unsqueamish intends to attend later… Read more: Glued Doves
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