New sound bloody ears pound
pound dog backend boys style
rumpledump booty bump
bumrush pattycakes like Tommyknockers slappin da bass
balls deep pack it pacman
get in ma belly
spermiate the jams and jelly
big tips and with the valley tits
silicon con but no anger me
so rightly nicely enjoy the double spicy
two sides two half-hearted wholes
joining for the con but really dream warriors let out
new nightmare maybe worth the hazy baby
sticks and stones and legislative tones
inferior court hollow sounds on future trends
let history judge they say
the silly silky hucksters cum politicos
tell the lost ones to fly Right
disparate disses and distress plagues em
funky fresh hair and styles cover open sores
consortium of boredom
twiggies and heteronorms frolicking fancily
fancy a fanny and frantic heartbeats
pounded dogs in locked up state
run and bark til freedom ring
bare minimum hands need some teeth marks
chomper romper rumpus rump hugging
rumple my still skin undo the separation
two sides one oneness
sunny spirits savouring
Sordid mistress Selena has a hand in magicka
Assassin rogue and duelist machina
Slice em dice em Ginsu cut em
Deadly howls as disembowels
Fleshy cuts nix dust and guts
Tumble weevil weeds of civil
War on readthrough cutting room sequel
It’s the can can scat man giving you the smack for Rosemary’s baby blues.
Snorted toot fix stuff up the lonely.
Aborted tout suite imported morphine dreams in midsummer madness.
Sweets for the sweet.
Candyman indulging, broad smile laughing maniacally into that cool, dark street.
Long Baraka fangs blending into black thoughts with the swirl swirl camera wipe.
Laughter rings inside her chilling the lovely bones.
Brittle bric-a-brac internal blocks losing density.
Calcium robbed and iron deficiency.
So many babies, impregnate the jackpot lady.
Little huggy thugs leave low pants so they can thrill seek.
Push kush, fathom a father not likely.
Runaway clones and deadbeat dull dads duly noted.
Coffee shop philosophers mix drinks with dickweeds.
Political real talk suffers the foolish.
Trying to be another rapper, hot fire is ass and weed.
Spray molten toxic on starved following.
Drugged up boogie melting mental rays.
Puff puff pass suck hit me another time.
The more you think about it the farther away it becomes; washed sand, the current removes the details. Indentations relieved and filled beneath a silky dark magenta sky showing off its bling. Exotic gases winking secrets of the universe to empty shorelines. Soft airy soundscapes cascading through the night lilting along like butterfly wings caught in transmission. Dreams, fantasies, heart ache ruminations siphoned out in midnight air among the whispers. Doldrum hums beckon an audience, a vibrant vibration blushing with attention-seeking, lending voice to the waterwhispers. Chintzy glinting glimmer shimmers off the coast, bright lights dancing on blue black mini mountains, like a thousand cameras taking pictures.
Mr. Denali and Mr Habibi share a room with a view.
They walk in three paces in so many places and always two by two.
They have many sides, they’re real mental cases.
They scare little ones with gruesome two faces.
Red poker tongues and a rotating look.
They outshine even the Babadook dook dook.
They’re rather bizarre and severely unbalanced.
They gut pets and friends, it’s their way of parlance.
You’ll wake up to find them in heated dispute.
Slipping into a sister skin suit.
A night on the town they Heckle and Jeckle.
And relish the tramps they get for a shekel.
They’re spotted dick and crabby crotched.
Disease will spread if they’re not watched.
They bring out a plague without all the horses.
And brush you with death with all of their coarseness.
Rude and immoral their manners deplorable.
Filthy and toxic their stench so horrible.
They sleep in your bed, they poison your waters.
And soon you will find your town has more daughters.
They’ve seeped into your life and into your dreams.
But nothing is ever quite what it seems.
For today you believe them wretched and vile.
But tomorrow you may greet them with a smile.
The truth is their money is what supports you.
So watch them prance two by two.
These rosy cheeked apple heads bobbing to and fro in the limelight glowed sea. Alabaster miscreants connecting skulls and meshing the mangling dew drops of youth. Mischievous marvellous tykes seeing future hijinks scramble with push me pull me gimme gimme. Sweets for the sweet. Candy daydreams melt like honeydew melon in the red hot sun. Sticky magma sucrose hardening upon the fleshy grey asphalt of Snake Way, scenting the air of Hades with the forlorn wishes of crushed pebbles under kneel and toe.
Spiked edges rough laid in the spine of the bony gargantuan, glistening white calcified remains remain intact in serpentine swirls curving lusciously round the bend, porcupine defence puffs up, shooting pain spurs outward. Steely white missiles spray arrays around town. Lightpoles smash and dash with the electric blue fizzle of busta bust energy flows.
Darkness there. Dark town alight with fright as rowdy pouty emo hooligans take to the streets to disembowel the night train and aggro spray paint shuttling cars. Wry smiles on painted faces beneath the lopsided tangle of angled black hair. Droopy eyes and grimaces dance with the temptation of the moonlight, swaying back and forth as the waves of oblivion. Sky rimmed with dusky purple streaks besetting anxiety-ridden clouds making makeshift oxy proxy. Terror of downtrodden kids buzzing timidly and ferociously like hard-shelled beetles scarab scavenging the remnants of the aged city.
Bleak black and brown rubble oafishly standing out against the backdrop of sienna mills and tangerine dreams. Glossy shaped almandine burrowed deep within the crust of rich browned earth. Wild pernicious plant life twiddling and tweedling up higher and higher into the clouds awaiting the plumber’s climb. Happy clouds sigh and release gushing waters to drench and nourish clamouring vines; opulent green lushery expanding into a cornucopia of foliage dotting the lost highway. Exit left.
Tunnel vision right through hollow point structures echoing screeches and wails from the future wreck reverberating backwards through time. Supersonic waves caress locomotive votive given freely to the mass. Time honoured papal legacy weighing on the beadle needle, vigorous vicar takes his time and collections. Alms for the poor dwindle to arms outreached for sustenance, arms race amid the suits claiming peace and religion. Jesus or a gun.
Hypocrites and shady deals and deeds mix hands among the principal prime movers and shakers pushing tin for profit amalgamation. Expansion contraction, debt dues on heads and relief given for nefarious agreements and usurious excesses; commingling cash co-operation on the table, industry and finance the new cold war, new weapons of mass destruction willed to the teeth biting flesh of another brother from another mother. Bloody wounds linger on battered and bruised empires gone soft. We are lesion. Hear how the mighty have fallen, shattered ground as they collapse.
It tastes so good
I want another sip
Deep in brews dark dip
Flow in the cup
Drown in the stein
Lift to the lips
Weight off my mind
Can’t stop the rock
Cold crush cans on block
Dilute myself with liquors
Douse myself with hops
Drunk dick hollering
Inebriate numb skull
Take another sip
Down the hole
Bar fly at the dive
Swim with the beat
Bathrooms skeet skeet
Smell of urine soaked floors rising from black white tiles reflecting my sad song. Solo existence reverberating off melancholy folly walls booming with the clash of my inner screaming. Infidel wails piercing guy ear drums towards a precipice. Cliff Huxtable fallen idol and I’m dying inside while the sick, depraved world rots its last hurrah along the jagged, rusty rail of oblivion. Oxidized maladies creeping slow death over blood-stained piss sheets drying in mama milfs basement. Laundry day. Quarters for the poor dangling limp beside limp dick suffering ills from pills taken. Oral degradation, oral fixation. Sleep well, half sleep life cousin of death bring death to the door while I whistle on the other side. Ring my bell til I come running out the bathroom after daily burn and scrub rituals. Dirty dirty boy come cum, tit for tat titties they grabba. Don’t touch me, don’t love me, don’t save me please me deeply. Fuck you fuck me rub me play me like little girls walking away from mommy into the dark pit of the world alongside the perverted old men with shining little spectacles and ripped pockets always moving up and down. Sniff and gander nymphets idling in the walkway in little pigtails and frocks, innocent faces quizzical glares into the abyss. Night time fun poking holes under burgundy moth-eaten blankets in the cold streets of big city bay. Sick thrills for days until the execution of all things. Lopped heads rolling down the avenue, staring wide-eyed lolitas at the underpass.
Smoking hole rife with the filth and pustules of god’s abominations growing and lesioning upon the squalid earth, whispers of kindness fading with the bitter hearts of youth. What lurks in the hearts of men. Demented trolls waiting patiently for strangers bearing fruits of plenty to rob and steal. Criminal deviants hocking each other and ripping to shreds the remnants of old gentry and civility. Mad Max haven pistol grip pump shock troopers gunning down intruders. Bloody rags hanging off makeshift shelters tinted with amber grease glowing in the hot red sun. Boiling cauldron third earth stinging flesh and burning sun spots into frightened masses en masse for mass graves. Silly putty arms and legs straggling behind the neverwinter long walk of salvation. Desperate duos and triads longing for sweet relief under the willow trees. Putrid stench of chemicals and corpses perforating thick hot air, gags a second reaching towards the last crusts of food upon the misshapen mess pile of gone bodies. Green fingers grip victuals in tight snap, hungry dogs heave and rush towards dinnertime ready to rip apart the diseased deceased.
Salivating survivors hunker down in lock stop spot for renewals. Half ration water make it til sundown. Marauders and banjo bandits sneaking trails around the shanty town of forgotten souls peering into the void of the dust bowl. Savage dogs and coyotes gnashing teeth and bone against each other in deadlock fights. Hard pang biting down on twisted necks and patchy fur, taste of blood taps the tongue, kill or be killed war of the worlds. Wells dried up past due. Bone dry wishers with the remnants of tiny bones. Sliced up fingers little snausages in the mongrel’s mouth. Another child given to the cause, another group of survivors fed by the sacrifice of a horrified and overpowered, overwhelmed mother dear. Gaunt face once pretty stricken with fear and revulsion lost in its dumb utterances, manic screams and clinging arms push away strong hands barrelling down on her in the last ditch effort. Small sticks and tombstone for little lamb lost to the slaughter. Wisps of golden hair float away on a indifferent wind into the annals of world war z…
Calmly walking little white stockings with a shimmer blue dress
Lollipop duets with the long shadow projection
Dainty shoe placements black flats on indigo roads
Shuffling through phases the body and mind grows
Stimulated brain cells multiply with exertion
Fortified femme with the gentle caress
Dog days start and under duress
The bruised ego, the hurt of the flowering violet
Shrinking from discouragement, attune to harshness vibes spreading its talons over petals
Long shrapnel-like curvatures enveloping and sinking in to soft, delicateness
Forms of abuse rampant in the high flying world, suffers of sin redoubled retaken
Loud banging words thumping on the ears and inside the head for years to come
Parental flings of effective verbiage attacking like arrows to the knee
Coursing through the curriculum goes the halting restructuring of youth
Judge and correct behaviours with rod or admonishment
Papa don’t preach lectures from the pulpit
Son of a preacher man stuck in woman’s land
Physical accoutrements and lovely lady lumps
Don’t want this she cries with dew drop eyes
Tearing hair out from airs of despise
Ambivalent sighs, destructive reconstructive plans
Dimensions for attention, male adonis surmise
Shaping the body, sculpting the chest no need for breasts
Itty bitty committee with the dangling proclivity
Post op ditty with a tune so happy
Feels whole and right in a topsy surrounding, livid parents so astonished
50s conservatism clashes of the generations
Toss out favourite to the streets, distant memory distant presence
No despair, no retreat, workshop darling strutting knowledge
Career fair, budding entrepreneur, chasing out demons with flair
No mo tears rolling down cheeks, anger turned to passion no time to be meek
Furious worker, workaholic, youth in suit and meetings, shimmy up the social ladder
Sister chatty Kathy is a lil naughty natty.
Confusing little temptress she just has to drive you batty.
Big brother chupa just wants to get to know ya.
Sticks his little piggy in and hikes the skirt uppa.
Can’t control himself just a dirty soldier.
This his rifle this his gun he’s gonna super trooper.
He pulls her hair and chokes her while he’s makin’.
She’s muffled rough and feels ill and forsaken.
She writhes in shame and twisted pain.
She has even forgot her name.
Convulsing and contracting in epileptic fashion.
She drifts along the empty streets looking for an abortion.
She punches gut and tears herself up to leave no traces behind.
Big brother left with cherry theft and was defended by his kind.
The Boys Club claims another schlub with nowhere to go.
Disowned by her family she quickly decides to go pro.
Casting couches and alley romps the only life she knows.
She’s grown a bit and learned her slice.
She may not have gold but she sparkles nice.
Training little ones that lost their homes.
She’s mother hen to orphan poems.
Damaged but beautiful in their way.
Shining lights albeit stray.
They’ve made a family and smother with love.
No more abuse for a one winged dove.
She sings so sweetly she forgets the sorrow.
She’s beaten the past and tomorrow.