- I matched, him, raw with clone on tee, one on tee, tee me it one, dawn on tree, with bone, a lapse, an epiphanic with draw all, an ore, a cut, the hint of us on bark of trunk. Trunks, tasted away, leaving no bone, only bone of hull, bone of hack, bone to point, point of us on hark on tree.
- second
- third
Global Delay
for sean bonney.
Queasy is: sticking to floors & chairs or laughingly dribbled on stairs. Flaking out of cauliflower and storyboard nationwide are gluton and bumcheek sloppy with PVA, giblets quivering lustily in tubes and churches, licking arsecrack doesn't make you a big name in Ealing Braodway & if you piss yourself I'll just make you clean it up. 'Dry as a' or 'bone me' are not phrases coined at sea, if you know what I mean. Oh and the Police all carry stunguns and the ladies feed mini-milks to dogs & satelite dishes are pointed towards Mecca. Landlocked, save the spittle, we'll tramp daily cherries into brick and leave rotten old nappies to fester in parks below signs of enforced corporate patriotism. Nailing you (with an ordinary commercial picturehook, unles otherwise specified) to last week's cheststomping poster, I suddenly think: Better to beat me to death than this, crying "greedy little skirtlifter, she'll pay". Up the state.
-sophie robinson
http://www.sophierobinson.blogspot.com
xoxoxo
''Hmm, it is all a bit new. It is all a bit too new. But whatever.
Unfinished...
"And it is you and i,
You and i together, amongst the chattering,
The insistent speaking and repeating
Of talk with one or another.
And these people charm the snake,
These people do us no harm,
As they punctuate and break up this moment
From that, the sympathetic metronome
Of the unforgiving.
We are two little clauses,
One or two jumbled words from
The drifting conciousness as it thinks,
Ruffles its skin and pauses.
And we, who once were unforgiving,
Are a picture of confusion,
Our empty hands grasp for what is not there,
Our casual intrusion
On the people.
I like to watch the people walk,
I like to watch the people talk
Of the trivial as they collide with others,
A smile bothers their face
And i like to see at what time and place
Their courtesy ends
As their smile unhooks and descends."''
- By Alex MacDonald (myspace.com/braceyourselfjason)
I actually quite like this alex, I especially like "as their smile unhooks and descends" it is a really good line, perhaps, I like to watch the people walk,
I like to watch the people talk , come accross as a bit trivial/ banal, but perhaps that is what was needed at that point, but seriously I think this is the best thing i have read of yours,I also like 'ruffles its skin and pauses', very cool.
Keep going, steve. Cheers for posting something up.
WE'RE LIKE A FAMILY DOWN HERE
here are ejaculations do not
reach the glans let alone the horse’s mouth.
from the rod Wifeswap flops to a dot
but if you catch that dot, flyswatter
float it in an oval oven,
I’ll put Benecol in you up a ramp
& Benelux towed by a Sodoku Nazi atop a plankton rhino
plot on x Ovum and on y Pet, point to
sedimentary moneyshot, say that, a fossilised arabesque, a snail
nailed in mid-canter on a balloon roadkill of Milk of Magna Carta
of when I gave you that Ovaltine I felt like a God-starter
my daughter is not a
stranger to me
as she lives in Hottentot country with flies
I abort her frequently with miles and miles.
you and your consenting to Jack the Ripper, your
living on as a chain of unstoppable orgasms
Mountain Bulbs
anonymous
Mountain bulbs look down at the crisp clippings of lawn and the foxes poo and evergreens and seeds.
They watch spanish azaleas cachuka, daffodills curdle, bulbs explode.
Mountain bulbs look up through the soil, as planes cut the clouds and splinters break off into the human hands that drag parsnips from their snoozing.
They love Rain and sun and vomit, and wasp and fly.
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