Commandos of respect holed up in the lights
of the medical machine
you are the only thing going on in my head
when I am not trying to think
found leaden footage of stock still bunting
from out the abattoir's grand open day
on the HB pencil museum's HD security cam
voice can't open wide enough
to say your dead summer name aloud
since evil pixie told me to preserve it in its own silence
saw dead things twine in with tweetie pie's twirling bow tie
polo neck wool brings sling blades to a stop
pull throttle into tug of war till I blacks out again
fourteen lunar wards later
still can't untangle the sad laughter
of the neat tarantula that came out in sympathy
shed her wee skin twice so she did
to make me a nice pair of fingerless gloves
two cold green sparks stood and stared
at the throw away keep sakes
not dying just going under to cool off for a bit
third hinge blew off and the song circle bled
and I placed its wound in totemic jello till it went the way of all flesh feathers
my share of the pain didn't give yours a moan in edgeways, it clum back down the thorns of white gore rose
it was near to the end bit of life
where the gentle killers hung around
Uh-Oh my rhyming machine's got stuck again
see you in a moe toe flow blow sow foe bow crow snow low grow doe .............
.................there's no
such thing as zero
said bronzed gecko with crab arms for munch lips
like his song said
-never let now and then get too close together
-never put rainbow colours near any metal when in in a liquid form
-never hug when giving the kiss of life
-never put infrared furniture in dark living room
-never preserve a sadness in an artificial laughter
then when the music was over itself again
my foetus shaped ears clung to my head
like phantom limb headphones
we turned ourselves back on
and up
and out
of the natural low
till we were beside our old selves again
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
flourishing man twigs
your skin binder
seperating into
live lizard leather
you voice is making broken mouth noises
too much suction
FROM OUT THE
choir nodules
limpid eye spokes spin
in a humane wood grain
in
calliper, or in plurale tantum
knee cap tattoos
of crawling skunk stars
toggle cap vegetable yoga
in giant pollen helmets
sports magnets
in half wi fi marathon
what kind of *** uniforms
are they hiding in the cenotaph
sunday war things perhaps
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC