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Irma Cerrutti Mar 2010
Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Bumming your fat knobs and insert your helmet naked and unashamed

Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Kicking off kick-off, cyborgs brought face to face
Tartan sunstroke and may Mumbo Jumbo's **** all lie among you

Nine, eleven, seven, thirteen, six, quinquereme, *******, *******, Tweedledum and Tweedledee, unsocial person, erectoffensive!
This is Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
You've really ****** the naval officer
And the hatchet faces want to know whose blouses you abuse
Now it's time to evacuate the ******* if you have a free hand

This is Lance Corporal Tom to Masticated Ectoplasm
I'm fancy dress dancing through the cat—flap
And I'm groping inside a swollen grotesque sailor
And the plums look gigantically unusual nowadays

Ergo from Land's End to John o' Groats am I piddling in a crumpet slammer
Telescopic hindward the lump
Uranus Arsenic is scatological
And there's sweet **** all I can have ****** ******* with

With the proviso that I'm Ichabod celibate centipede sextillion heads
I'm fondling vigorously paparazzo
And I think my sputnik knows which direction to ****
Tell my ballbreaker I ****** her vigorously for England, she bonks

Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Your menstrual cycle's kaput, there's oojakapivvygizmo spleen
Can you smell me, Lance Corporal Tom?
Can you get to the bottom of me, Lance Corporal Tom?
Can you delve into me, Lance Corporal Tom?
Can you...

From Land's End to John o' Groats am I vibrating ring my crumpet criminal lunatic asylum
Telescopic hindward the groupie
Uranus Arsenic is scatological
And there's sweet **** all I can have ****** ******* with
Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2009
Gaye Sep 2015
Images ran wild, they boiled the water,
Like a train running off the track
They trickled down, metaphors poured out
The world, million voices, reverberated
Buzz-buzz-buzz, inside my head.
I was alone in that room
With panic attacks, lust and voices-
That slipped in through my half-window.
I broke the mirror, the brutal paparazzo
Who printed pictures of my many facades
I looked at him and grinned,
Clink-clink-clink they smiled once-
Dancing with wine glasses and alcoholics.
I walked, walked fast and twirled-
Like a tornado inside my cube
People spoke outside-life tales, notebooks,
Their late night phone calls and fine men.
The world didn’t bother to open the door,
Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock the clock yawned.
I sat on the floor and opened my pen,
It vomited blue letters on the yellow paper-
The customary dilemmas, past and blunders
But something was new, a story.
I looked for The English Patient, the nurse
And his burnt skin I misplaced
They did not appear, I lost hope.
Gur-Gur-Gur, I snorted like a mad cat
Misdirected to an old jute sack.
I climbed up to my bed, hid under the rotten-
Blanket and closed my eyes, the images ran,
Ran away from me, climbed the hardwood staircase
And fell down, I broke my knee.
I opened the books- USSR, Pasha, Buddhism,
Laughed loud like an unbalanced bloke,
Tore them apart into pieces and pieces,
Hush-Hush-Hush, my yellow monkey warned
And I played with him “hush-hush-hush”.
I sat next to my half-window
The pseudo city, dozy walls and the distressed-
Street light. Out of track.
Images flashed again- chewing gums, pink house,
The anonymous Christmas gift, malnutrition
And the hibiscus my mother planted,
“Incey Wincey Spider- Incey Wincey Spider”
I sang all day looping around a pole.
I sneaked down to the floor and dreamt
Eyes wide open, a black and white old film.
There was no exile, no god and his sins
No wafers and secret lessons upstairs.
Only the sea, popomatic, DD evenings
Cassettes and a rocking bamboo chair
Aw uck- aw uck- aw- uck , the seagulls squawked,
I slept.
Johnny Noiπ Jan 2019
Girls & black Americans love this situation
in times white good year of life,                                          city girl, star man,
music,                                                       red light and dead mother with girl,
green boy's midnight, god, Australia, South Africa:
man, America, women young,   eyes and three men,
besides the United States, wonderful in Europe,
water, water, darkness, English, noon, Russia.
John the Asian, the golden star ******* is in place,
washes the skin with a fire of fire The blue war
and his friends with To change the changes,           Thomas in the warm heart
of the sun, the ocean sea,                                                  naked, cold example
of true Christian power of the yellow feet,
low altitude of the sky, the Russian moon,           the small flesh called home hearth that lives in North America. French Breasted Book's
sixth birthday for my wife in the birth of the acid,
or legacy this is the last number of the JC of the Poet of the Garden
of Shadows Form of the Garden of the Fathers
Ancient Rome Char Baptist of the Human State
Full Story, We are free creatures;   in January Robert dies
of the day Songs York n Nature drink drink life
is transactions Nature Jesse's dogs dogs Easter Radio Air;
Air Man of action Gay Old narcotics Native United States
Rake brown Open Italian Winery Euro Park under the daughter
****** Daughter Church of the mountain, second mirror of Congratulations
                                   to the rooms, writes Chris Solomon my deity, the city,
which was not much the Jewish Football Church,
the robot jewel of Saudi Arabia, Saudi Arabia,                                       Saudi
Arabia, Saudi Arabia, Saudi Arabia, Saudi Arabia,
Saudi Arabia, French, French, German, French,
German, French, German, French, Best Music & Talk;
Mexican fields for the healthy field of vitamins
to draft the security cabinet of modern families,
of sweet families of light dark secrets black money
black Britain today unknown ***, unknown doors
starved fish in France; France, France,                                    Bob's Company
is a bad premonition for the blind, men, men V,
and women, men and men; Listen The right to appeal
the teeth of the walls of the comedy machine,
for the development of the prostate disappears.
gun mountain India;   Janakia Arabic warns about African drunks on the eve
                                               of Afghanistan, the land of Otar, thin cigarettes
                                                           understand the late painting burnt drink,
palapalepaikuvatika,                                            ­       a chair with a Red dress
surrounded by mountains,       a meeting of full minutes
exposing the plans,    the clinical lane system of Lucius
the satyr ripped paparazzo,  gives a daughter to Girls,
black Americans love the state of the situation,  the year of life, the city girl,
            the star man, the music,                               the red light and the dead mother with the girl, the midnight of the green child, God,                          Australia,
South Africa: man in America,                       young women's eyes and three.
Men, besides the United States, wonderful in Europe,
water, water, darkness, English noon, Russia.                           John the Asian
                                  of the golden star ******* is in place, washes the skin
with fire. The blue war and his friends with.              To change the changes,
Thomas in the warm heart of the sun,                                             the ocean,
naked, cold example of truth.            The Christian power of the yellow feet,
                                                  the low altitude of the sky, the Russian moon,
the little flesh called home hearth that lives in North America.
Breasted French book six years for my wife in the birth of acid
or her legacy,         this is the last number of the JC of the Poet of the Garden
                                                of Shadows Form of the Garden of the Fathers;
Ancient Rome's Charred Baptist of the Human State's Full story;
We are free creatures,    January Robert dies on the day of the Songs of York
in Nature drinking the drink of life's transactions;
Nature,                Jesse's dogs' dogs Easter Radio's
Airy Air action man's Gay Old narcotics;
Native United States Rake brown,                               Open Italian Winery
in Euro Park under the daughter ****** Daughter
Church of the mountain,     second mirror of Congratulations to the rooms,
writes Chris Solomon, my deity, the city,                     which was not much
                           the Jewish Football Church,                       the robot jewel
                                          of Saudi Arabia,
Saudi Arabia, Saudi Arabia, Saudi Arabia,                                         Saudi
Arabia, Saudi Arabia, Saudi French,                                   French, German,
French, German, French, German, French,                                 Best Music,
Talk Mexican fields for the field of health
of vitamins to recruit the security cabinet of modern families
of sweet families of light ark secrets money;
in black, black Britain today unknown *** doors open
to unknown hungry fish in France; France! French Bob's
Company is a bad premonition for the blind men, V men,
and women, men and men;                   Listen,  The right to appeal
the teeth of the walls of the comedy machine for the development
of the prostate disappears.                            The mountain weapon
of India's Janakia Arab warns about African drunks on the eve
of Afghanistan, the land of Otar,                             thin cigarettes understand late burnt paint, palapalepaikuvatika,                                             ­      a chair
                                                                ­                           with a Ripped dress
surrounded by mountains,                     a full minute meeting exposing plans,
The clinical lane system of Lucius s gives a daughter.
Butch Decatoria Jul 2021
HULLABALOO (acrostic)


Hectic happenings—snow days or heat waves

Under flashing lights, paparazzo pomp & circumstance.

Line dancing Hollywood hookers pleading the fifth on Vine.

Lights blinging signs, crowds, streamers loud attention

A ceremonious flock of white doves at red wedding

Boisterous unions picket signs, cons mob meddling

A scaturient family of the bride throwing rice

Loads of breeders drunk scrubs ****** hunting.

Open season for “the business” howling, rug munching.

Oral congratulations, fussing over gushing country bumpkins.
Johnny Noiπ Sep 2018
Ivan had written every one of Igor's blockbuster films;
he was used to writing alone but had been saddled
by the studio   w/ a personal assistant who was ever
up his *** about the most trivial, mundane ****;   he
pretended to know no English w/ her which forced her to
try out her garbled,      |  broken Russian,  which sounded
like she was giving head w/ a mouthful of marbles;
Ivan should only be so lucky;   the blonde ponytail
was at the glass door peeking in suspiciously;   he had
an office overlooking Ventura Boulevard that smelled
like the pollution outside; 'Da?' he said by rote,
wanting to hear nothing she said;   she took her earphones
off & came closer;   Patti had a crush on her slinky Rusky 'boss'
as she liked to think of him in her KGB & James Bond inspired fantasies;
Ivan's madness showing through his genius when she sat
     up watching bootleg Blu-rays of Igor's films all night long,
                    paying especial attention to the Russian dialogue,
which was meager at best & mostly incoherent.       Ivan was
staring into the girl's mooning blue-eyes, as she snapped
out of her daze she began prattling off his supposed schedule
for the day;  'u kid me, right? TV show?; a game show?'
'No, silly,' she grinned, 'a talk show; Late, Late Night w/ ...'
'Forget it,' he said flatly: 'send one of the girls;'  he'd insist,
meaning the two stars of most of their pictures,   although
     Hel had gone back to part-time circus performing on
Broadway,  making a bundle doing tricks she learned in
childhood while showing off more or less the same skin
  she wagged in underground dives from Siberia to Kiev,
staking her claim to fortune alongside TT the tgirl,        who was
now a popular regular at any number of high-end hipster venues;                
                      the artsy scene mostly  
                      centered around the semi-expat, Mennonite apostate
American action painter Eli Simple;                       Eli more or less
permanently ensconcing himself    |  in a chateau in the mountains
of Monaco; his name was mud in America as a celebrity;
Eli wasn't even sure why --            but his name had been
prominently mentioned in one of the more widely read
Saturday night ****** rags;        as at one time he was thought to have killed
the unnamed actress' father in cold blood,  
[a crime she later confessed to in the media,
dampening any chance of a fair trail & the slender, 
vamping 'sad little bad girl' was acquitted            | all                         while
                 Eli was
out of the country & in Russia at the time;
                       harassed as a newly minted
                       Hollywood star by the cold-blooded paparazzo
        for his
        Oscar Nominated turn as Robert Motherwell in the independently produced biopic of the same name;            Igor's first International Hit,
Ivan winning for best screenplay; Patti not having said anything worth hearing,
                                Ivan stopped pretending to listen

— The End —