Cloud Veins Dust Hierophant Decimal

 

Lip skulls capillary supermarket.
Seagull myocardium –
like camel-pontiff veins
                                   whose apoptosis cirriforms,
                                   crawling budd–chiari.

The Barmecide cloud nimbostratus;
mouth mites’ kakorrhaphiophobia
                                                            IBM petrol feather,

God inhales eggs wherever
the decimal prostrate…

                                  Mire dust background tapir.

Nomenclature tomb – the vaporous – unmacro moira,

Hierophant spells vent swaps
canorous anhedonia fiat.

– Separators… Commence…

 

 

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Anxiously Portraying a Skeleton Gender Saxophone

 

Coffin Jeff rooted his interval tell.
He anxiously felt pilgarlic –
whilst portraying operose ten.

Pygostyle moisture – altissimo bivalve…

CGI ophicleide skeleton,
pot twists its serac intersex.
Implicit organelle
unearths onto Omphalos –
periapt mezzo Intracellular inlet.

Y-chromosome noir
algorithms flagellum XZ,
it rums a semitone gender
and pats your cologne.

Agoraphobia saxophone away
this triskelion Parvati,
blinking who, only without cursive,
bite the waters tail
and greet van gogh.

 

 

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Early Double Helix

This is good poetry at its best

Last Night I Washed My Rottweiler

Labour build
July 1966 rehousing project
no rats in the south west miles
she cleaned for a saviour
inspector’s anxieties, anticipations
Plant moved around the new wood smell
a photograph, four humans and one animal, not inclusive, we breathed the same air
ignorance killed a hibernating tortoise
typhoon came and went
schools hired zealots to destroy
News jotters recorded floods, strikes, power cuts, candles, the invisible bike
walked alone, then Pollock weekends with dog gangs
no fire for the Green Goddess, shouting News boys at midnight
cold chapel, good trousers, no communion, sweets, middens, long back-green grass, canary yellow British Railway van
Arthur Montfort dragged us through tedium, food under polystyrene tiles, beside woodgrain wallpaper doors
thought he had Black Death, refused the elevator, we carried paint pots before Travolta stole the style
his comic effect, Fr. Daley killer grab, unconcerned soul and shoplifter
Subbuteo
graffiti cells led to melting…

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Vatican 3

Paul is a hell of a writer. Stop by and have a chat with him.

Last Night I Washed My Rottweiler

Brother Conflicted on vows day, He to kill the Devil
cruise ship Ave Maria melts candle wax
bells for laundered robed walkers, climbing pyramids
throwing pickaxes at indigent sheep, neck high in their ‘lackey’ diamond hand clasp pleading for wafer-thin drugs, shutting their mouths with it, stapling down their tongues with it
outside Art hate $4.6m

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Comrade Addict

Check out my new friend Paul’s poetry. He is the real deal.

Last Night I Washed My Rottweiler

Commenced emptiness, The Mass singular
Folk music, wings over gymnastic blasphemies, lifted by Leni
Governor Kingdom can’t
three hundred and something ends, the end, Berlin boys
I loved, coal to widows, ash to vixen, and monoxides ran
Peta, Peta, doctor slaughter
Edda pointed her ballet toes at bolting Schorfheide quadrupeds
Focus, concentration, rejoice, free
Eva gave my wound time to open
the future will be facts
card cup’s spiced coffee decants into hold
rails shine up angst

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Lucille Ball Crucifies Ice Cream and Karma Sutras Zombie Wizards

 

My name is beavis
I cook for Hitler’s Volkswagen –
Spielberg handles the ice cream,
Mel Gibson crucifies Lettuce.
Prayer gives you Howard Sterns,
like Madonna sex changing
into her gift reward card.

Hello, Paula Deen –
care for some racist butter?
Yes! And may Alec Baldwin
continue giving me bj’s –
so zombie wizards and George Clooney
can co-exist in economical bourbon.

Think physics before
solving macadamia salty nuts.
Arby’s & FBI
put grapes on 9/11
using karma sutra
as brochures to Disneyland adventure.

Lucille Ball, finally!
You own Frances Coppola’s peppermint stick.
Life is a piece of cumberbatch.
There’s no telling how the CIA
could ever out run, a pancake mixer.

 

 

 

 

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