ANATOMY GROOVE
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
GLUG DEFUSION 1
Cars wept all day long
Wreckers were lost
I killed the prophet of stars
Told me the summer brook
-Salmonellosis,hypersomniac
-Reptiles
-Sweating gramophones
-Turps
GLUG DEFUSION 2
Friday, September 3, 2010
Anaesthesia Litter
How the horns for a worm
Gurgle tonic beyond the table
For ash ..
Latex nerves I burn..burn
So immense wombs buffoons all balloons
Loss of ice..stomached under my theatre balls
Rust I am
Reeds I blow..kill the clothes
Anodes she passes through the ugly autumn..
Ruffles papers..worming of secretion to dial a railroad nimbus..in disguise
Loss of feet I paddle paddle down underneath
Kill her blood
Kill her frills
She’s on bones of submarine hues
Sorcerer Bulbs
So I horn the ribbons
Towards the nail-dead alley..cluster of headfield hash
Creepers flow through the demerol screes
Fierce to step weird and cat and bleeding reptile
I’m on mirror..she’s for a box
Laddered on hemispheric snakes
I shuffle the prolific cards
Acidic they growl for the fire-bugs all around
Fox fox ache my teeth my robe
I lie everyday..
Bonnet flies beyond the attic
Fiddlers.. broken off
Melting like a postman
Rambling for the ribbons all autumn rust..
Monday, April 26, 2010
Rippled Drragss
Ravens of falling helium
I’m rust ..
I’m shuffling cards
Of black numbers
Black skins of a television ghost
Inflicted with grease like eyes
Listen ..the suburban winds come
Stained all glass of all damn obsessions
Towards the tablet monotone
All hearts,chains, stifling hairs..
Snarls of goats all around
Funeral stockings..we burn burn the helium
Get me up and paint my pocket
Kill the claws
Fetch the motorhead
Postulate all regulations to die
..don’t have a snake
No no balls to nightless rubber straws
Hashish and a railroad gypsy day
I’m crab dragging myself towards the television hues
Darkness turns into relaxing grease..grease and
Methane shoes..pentatonic ulcer..
I’m crab dragging myself behind the truck
With all deadheaded prurience
Plunged into yellow lust
Lagger & lust
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Kill The Pilot
On my bones
Heaps of conjuring stomach
Leathers dead for dead of grains of dissection
All daggers melt down into ashes and blues of calender hue
My telephone chords
Freed beyond for
Flakes of doors in the sky
Crawling entwined
sharp holes,
bones,
diazepam days
I forgot to wish ..
ceramic paranoy balls,
bricks
weary machineries … inhalers ,acidic,
vomitus on fire fierce
penhole blades ,beamish doldrums..
carbon
puffballs
of resurrection
of mirror
of worms inherent
smelling like a dead shoe..
’ve lost nails after all…
convoy
school
.
.
fools
of
rust
.
.
banished
of
spoons
.
.
pan
.
.
immense
sausage
pan
.
.
think
no
ladder
doddles
down
.
.
ladder
empty
ladder
.
.
let
me
give
you
up
.
.
his
priest
is
widower
.
.
his
lust
is
sack
.
.
his
nails
are
full
of
sands
.
.
Heaps of conjuring stomach
Leathers dead for dead of grains of dissection
All daggers melt down into ashes and blues of calender hue
My telephone chords
Freed beyond for
Flakes of doors in the sky
Crawling entwined
sharp holes,
bones,
diazepam days
I forgot to wish ..
ceramic paranoy balls,
bricks
weary machineries … inhalers ,acidic,
vomitus on fire fierce
penhole blades ,beamish doldrums..
carbon
puffballs
of resurrection
of mirror
of worms inherent
smelling like a dead shoe..
’ve lost nails after all…
convoy
school
.
.
fools
of
rust
.
.
banished
of
spoons
.
.
pan
.
.
immense
sausage
pan
.
.
think
no
ladder
doddles
down
.
.
ladder
empty
ladder
.
.
let
me
give
you
up
.
.
his
priest
is
widower
.
.
his
lust
is
sack
.
.
his
nails
are
full
of
sands
.
.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
I stand for a frozen vestibule…tamed calenders fluttering all around my existence..no
hospital..to commence a remarkable on turn opera..malignant nimbus in disguise..
another eclipse..anihilated crows..blood..acid..prison car..beep..beeep.beeeep…
beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
Shoes nonsense..stepping ahead for a rapid tolerance..cabin of radio-active propulsion..
they come with pulps..wierd sailors they are..alienated god of dust & feathers
progenitor worm worm comes for the venom tube
spinal all spinal spades..snake and red hypnotic robes..sulphur..sodium..
beads..and black and skin and acid ..mor..morph..morpheus
So my skin ,bones & love…
methane full of rust
hair full of pepper
lapse of all olfaction
I’m foam nothing for fomes made of salt
beyond the weeds
and a suburb means a double decker for no reason..
humming humid notes on hemisphere brown brown floe…..
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