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2006-10-08 19:22:00 The Banish-Alternative to Witches
The witches are our ship. Its deck the sea. We lie upon a thin sheet, undulating with the waves, our knees bent into backs of knees where no anatomy names. Sail north against an east coast. Dare wind to drive the counterpane, tugged around chins, ears. We are warm in shared exhale only; the saltdamp searching, seeking between warp and weft, the crest and fall increasing. Seafetch ransacks all intimacies, skin in shiver spots; we tweak blankets to pretend the cold out. Whitecaps whisper in circles above their horizontaless conspiracy and in dreams even the surfzone freezes. Invent a net, contrapted to hitch up against prevailing ice. Ice forms upon its mosquito-surface. We must risk an arm above the bed to tackle a lone, dank haulribbon. Ease it over our numbheads. Uncanter indown within it. Block ice now, outbalancing the wire sprung rim, biting into mini-hinges. Snap it to susurround us. Hang on every indulge to fasten. Yet it bends with the weight o
2006-05-19 17:53:00 cue 2
a hegemony of bulrushes this way no stiff rout but some slight triumphant bending against a wind more hushed than meaning to
likewise yesterday's love, all external with the faintest bendings conglomerated but beautiful as if that word silk wrapped and dreamed down into sum
today has come like the creeping now river tide, half imperceptible according too the higher sensate order yet
inevitable as all eventuals must as all dreams become
background and the incessant must, a damp emptiness where neck arch indents made any hitherto privacy rheumy and needy and vocalized; thus
do birds rise who do
presses that cannot be stored; the fact that only drips are left and at best dried-away, bodies on the living-room corner-screena multi-humps gestalt
pain always left out no matter what the sky appears as if of Nazareth a good code to swear by
2006-05-12 18:03:00 The Recursive Haecceity of Forgiveness
There are subterfuges,
................latent, across carpet. Singularhair, once heads; skin by its nature entopic, howhidden........................................as weft,
....................................................aswarp. ............................................She pans through panes toground thistles' flowering remains and rememberswet and vest and puts on specs andgoes out to inspect ......................andfinds intrepid cinquefoil creeping alongside her best effortstries to disembroider past from now: postpartum apples
..........................................................pears was wasp bitten
......................................her own hair a nest. At rest backto inside. To front some sort of deathin the terrible tryingness.Leftovers, akairic she supposes as the 19.08kettles on a balmy slight south-south-west.Detergent suds she petslets touch hercheekbegets him his conspicuous ambition/logically circular defencesbagg
2006-04-17 22:50:00
2006-03-20 21:05:00 finally: wed
there are so many places for hidingthe unused engagement and weddingrings: in a quasi-ephodic skirt hem for example or behind
any row of dusty unperused books: theformer would have to be unpicked carefully soas not to pull its threads and the latter could not be
theology or prayer or spirituality or Donne so thistakes: defness, placability, strict causalitybetween dust and needle and mind and:
eye and fingers and strength of: characterwhich comes full circle round to:God so is not: linear but:
something more akin to: foreverhefted: bending:shedding:
arrogance:the fear that all tears revert to: no-thing and these failed arthritic knuckles would have:
slaved tono ..avail
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2006-03-17 12:05:00 discre[ancies(1)
I shall not decrepit the mind's flag-flaw leniancyripples strapple at its thush
to whip the choirstipe the cat
cruelty, redundancy - uncertain to stafe stillthe wind's vegatictive clamp, holeyet steady, steady
2006-03-03 21:07:00 txt, lIs & l8r l8rU told me U wud luv me 4e - wot hapnd?weL i mEnt it wen i sed it bt dat wz b4 i lookd eternity n d fAclookd eternity n d fAc wotz dat sposd 2 mean?it mEnz God doesnt sit on a footstall o hide n an egg bawx nor iz God a worm n an apL o d beginNz of a zit on yor fAci hav n idea wot on erth youre talkin boutdatz exactly my pointwot iz?dat God isnt on DIS erthbt wen we lookd in2 Ech othRz eyes & U sed oh God oh God U ddnt mean it thN?nweL wot did U mean?i mEnt dat it wz hEvNlE& wot exactly duz hevN mean 2 u?not DIS& wotz DIS?DIS iz sml v v sml & fst & bak & forth lIk tit 4 tat & itz alwys Bin d sAmbt suRlE God iz a bit lIk dat suRlE suRlE?I hav n idea wot on erth U R tawkin bout!!oh hEr we go wen youre 404 U alwys mAk it bout meU stil ther?ySU wer tellin me bout God sA motherz Nuttin much mo 2 sA az i sed b4 God isn't 2 b found n a packet o doesn't cum az a bundle cnt b contaND isn't EzalE graspedk & eyes? wot bout n d eyes? Bhind d eyes? ho
2006-02-08 23:18:00 before melt-downI loved you assky earth as
on the secondday separabledischarging, hands
grown usedto mud metseasons and
lifted time toweeks, sleep. Yearsfelt past as
if all svelteyearnings decrampedas
if no foranything morethan that. I love
you now. Wishfor a turnback, afirst day unmooted
round, withoutround, withoutcurses
2006-01-28 21:23:00 smooth 1This week my priority is to circumscendthe fingerwagging head voices' taggingbut there are dulpications in furniturepatterns and not enough straightens.Permutational, illyrical has gonehandle but one upon every thing:a chair should not have one, norpencil which can after all be heldwithin a hand (a hand neither - )may. There is no opposite to ad hoc.Most's a must even compel one to mindthe nature-prelude yet be beneath me myoh beneath-me-one!; let the disinfectant surface.gatherers flee already fled displaced by..song. Long awkward touching...solemnity too immense to...cross. I cannot plead....come dust with me.....come dust. Has......not the same....... sheen upon songoneit. First things first. Pretend sleek.Then bend only as far as day goes.
No title 2008-03-04 12:36:00 kiss on the camberI want t/his kissI want t/his hole a moth mouthI want its jizz-probiscus curls not to missI want night festered pluck suckerered on amy piss opportunityI want lip occurrenceI want itasit unfurls to slipt/his salivaspot honey-hun runnelI want t/his kissI want t/his jadeblue zest tasteI want its anything more than just the gistI want deep dug freeze thaw cleaver coombewhorls to puckerI want spume abundancyI want it predated, heirarchiedt/his inhumed haste presumptativeI want t/his kissI want t/his sharpnessI want its finger print bloodlet acuityI want unfettered access to its fuck potentialitymy let impunityI want rush salinityI want it pre-adrenalised, re-realised t/his repeat phenomenalityI want t/his kissI want t/his swallow fluency lissedI want its rinse property friske
No title 2008-01-20 09:29:00 bent-trancehe has me backed up in the cave. Iwant his she. Iwait and wait: mypast sefer-scribed, scrolled up intoits own profuse anastomoses. Iam pinioned by stalactite causes: Ihave pissed my feet with the waiting ofhim. I cover my toes with.........my third wings: Ishall draw her out of him shall have tounfurl shall make satin fromserge: Imither grogram specks to scatter-pearls: Iscavel in the chert-dirt pick scent trail,stiffen enough to spraint: shefurther inches and further her taint stink gossamer rose and silk and incomplete firstrouses : herorigin glossal: I want him holed up in the patience truss: I want her fossiled in the residue sluice-duct: Iwant her towsed: have her undisambiguated, smacked up in the psalmplay splay position,baitlaid
No title 2008-01-02 09:12:00 I want you I want you to hedge a betin my cuntI want you to stack your deckI want you to place your cards face-upI want you to show your handI want you to shake your dice in a little plastic cupin my cuntI want your ace king queen jack joker in my cuntI want your canasta cribbage pokerI want your blackjack gofish euchreI want your major arcanain my cuntI want you trumpedI want you to national hunt flat race steeple chase hare chase fox huntin my cuntI want you to bring out champagne socialist Range Rovered protesters drivin' downmy streets a cryin' hey it's me and I'm dynamite an' I don't whyin'I want Van Morrison Patti Smith Jim Morrisonin my cuntI want George Clooney with Mickey Rooney's energyin my cunt
No title 2007-12-31 14:19:00 I want you I want you to call a meeting in my cuntI want you to write the agenda and then stick to itI want you to turn up unannounced and screw itI want your directors your investors your speculators your animal testers in my cuntI want you to make it a brandI want the grand the second-hand the canned the sweated salted pan-friedsuntanned stoned single-malted jellied jarred mechanised and undermannedin my cuntI want the barred the banned the pitied the marred the scarred the various assorted in my cuntI want them hosted I want them toasted and I want honey-roastedI want the courted the dated the feted celebrated the underratedin my cuntI want them borrowed I want them lent I want them taxed fined overdrawn
No title 2007-12-14 13:36:00 I want you I want you to make war in my cuntI want you to abuse your hedonism and then schmooze itI want you bandit on my road to ApocryphaI want you to sign a secret treaty and then refute itI want your Lucifer look-alikes I want your cluster strikes I want your military orderin my cuntI want you to drive your tanks along the trackless sand in my cunt and flatten.............................................................................the already homelessI want you to ask the World Bank to pay for itI want you to forfeit your rights to fresh waterin my cuntI want you to lie down and whimperI want your missile code I want blood all over the roadI want Coca-Cola to make sodain my cuntI want the company to deplete all wells I want babies’ bellies to swell with constant hungerI want
No title 2007-12-11 06:35:00 I want youI want you to wake up in my cuntI want you to yawn and bend and stretchI want you to draw apart the curtains to my soul and..............................................throw open the windowI want you to walk around and around in my cunt...................................................until the sun comes outI want you to say hi shake hands laugh cry sing dance shoutI want you to celebrate in with about without my cunt by for before during afterI want you to creep run doubt dither hover zither slurp and saunterI want you to chill out hang out dial out roll out pig out speak out flat outhitherto for thereafterI want you to fail I want you to succeed I want you to falterI want your doppelganger zeitgeist id and alter egoin my cuntI want your presence spirit psyche world possession
No title 2007-12-05 06:01:00 spinal tap 1 when she left sheleft me a slice sliced thatshould be strikedthroughbut BBCode won’t allow it like-wise I hate old men who hate old womenwho talk about masturbation who won’t allowit so that I look for hubrisses onfloors because of disproportionate strikes...................................................................andfabulous other stuff to be constantly wiped andmasturbation allows for that like-wise doghair which is why Ikeep dogs (so) after the left there is the spine to be sliced thatextraordinary scenario the one fewerold women escape ah and how old womenhate(you) would be surprised “well dears .....................theenemy is outsi
No title 2007-11-17 19:23:00 deliria 6it goes like this not few but you many and after the spurned with who I would rather practice boundary issues yet you bend over my table with your several pounds of arse ready to be pinked up like pimentoed turkey breast the table is turmeric against your arms flesh plump as a stuffed satin cricketer’s crease without its wicket I would rather practice boundary issues than fall into their embrace their little pulse race ripening to a good crescendo I go for the fat for the duck white innard for the slap for the repetitive for the reaper’s aft your cleft beckons its slime smile I pace similitude along the rug’s edge penury sheep coins in a field corn in a goatskin bag a prodigal reckoning the story beckons how you turned up at the door your trousers a useless disguise your shi
No title 2007-11-13 10:12:00 deliria 5 what if eyes were situationally unobeyed....menstruating over their cotton-clean iris yields frayed and unraveling at their into present tense dare me edges?....what if like sedges swaying and replayed their slow slow make believe this is god blowing in their wind played hair....fingers more disguised and seep tears dredging out their filtered sand grit sworn pledges to stay inside....besides the heart valves have not sworn to force to die but keep their up down in out temple bared deciduous engorging....fall at first the first daring....your limbs long bare double bound to tares paid by the tabled dared contractual exchanges forging....your dried-bayleaf-brown frenulum pushing at the eye the nail slicking back the halfmoon quick selfpaled slip....bucking the struppering fals
No title 2007-02-12 05:27:00 Monday's matricidebetter to make it up than lookinto the caregiver's eyescurdled as a deadbéarnaisethe knarled gnome reachingfor his keyboard/desklong hair tucked infraisewaking psychoses to dawna misplaced smazeof adrenalin oresunslakingjoinedup thoughts wouldshe twitch or fetchup gutteral para-phrasedforever-post-traumatisedspecial fx? postalcohol and some one'shexpressionindicative far gonerthan realities' antigimoniousspooksbetter to give it up: stayuntil day's prescient rant presencefailspraiseseeps from carpet airwiseevaporates the routineparableptic ruse tolievacant,
No title 2007-01-31 09:51:00 IntrusionForget the previous festives. The year begins with terror.There is a gas impediment atop the ramparts of the kindmodernity proclaims too weak for suicide. Yet she wouldsnort it down her nostrils and torch carpets. It was alwaysher. The curvature of a sign, perhaps a taunt, predicatedupon drink times. How this strongholds the cleaning upof present. There may be other wisps. Forest suggestionsfor instance. Mournful weak westerlies. Cobwebs. Adewdrop upon a bird's beak. Outside-this unvenomousrespite requiring no exactitude. A lover's redress. Butthese lost in the clean-up haunt. All must be presentable.She is coming back in five minutes. A threat list: hands,crumbs, creases, any-use detritus. The smile steadyportrait squats behind steep. Here comes her feign-lipstickstench to tramme
No title 2007-01-12 17:54:00 the warrior-apices you got down upon your knees and began to count your strategies ababa a-grain-of-sand ahaha dust-specks-in-a-sunbeam nirabbuda rabbit's-grain abbuda ram's-grain vibhutangama ox's-grain sarvajna poppy-seed bindu mustard-seed sarvabala barleycorn mudrabala rabbit-egg niravadya sheep-egg akkhobini ox-egg gananagati eggs-in-a-basket samaptalambha eggs-upon-a-roof hetvindriya eggs-within-a-cloud ninnahuta clouds-within-a-sky hetuhila skies-upon-a turtle-back vyavasthanapajnapati black-wishes-squashed-by-white titlambha white-wishes-upon-a-grain-of-sand nahuta sand-upon-gratuitous-compassion nagabala compassion-upon-loneliness bahula tears-cried-in-loneliness kotippakoti holiness-upon-tears vivaha a-palmful-of-holiness kshobhya prayer-unspoken vivara prayer-upon-a grain-o
No title 2006-12-11 10:18:00 The nocturnal fix-attempt The cold-forged nails are our waiting. We make panels around our isolation. Of it the spikes are already driven into pailings upon which the rain coats and runnels against the separating boards. The boards are sodden and turning to tissue. The stomach understands this and we inhale the liquid as sweat. Sweat is simply itself contained within itself within the rain so there is only squeam-surface and that as cold as cold and more rain sheeting too and against that the only barrier a glazing. And thus to glazing sprigs ice sharp as the night falls and sprittled through the stomach hope. We have to batten down somehow even though no equipment for it. They dole out everything we need the sleep carers and thus make the nailing down more far off as morning could be. But
No title 2008-03-20 15:25:00 life on the pink I want y/our pinkI want y/our slink proclivitiesI want their satin subtererogatives jizzedI want their dermis defiance necessitated on aone touch riskI want pull ripI want slap sponsiony/our after-spit stockingrun potion I want y/our pinkI want y/our rosebud-inkI want it vivificative, unspokenI want scratch blooms red-fletched in adownswoon motionI want arch creationI want it all-lip festeredy/our fast sap interlink concoction I want y/our pinkI want y/our little cheekchinksI want y/our spittle rim spectrumI want its tossled risen rub sheen glistening aswoon marcationI want lap stinkI want conseminationy/our smooch dream connection I want y/our pinkI want y/our leak brinksI want their birthcream spillage
No title 2008-06-23 07:23:00 zat ziss hot stockinned sauce
ziss oblivious you unsixtied out of me
ziss oblivion chardonnay sluiceswoon
ziss afternoon soonawayday
.............. where to be replicated
...............how bought wherein
...............these smooth devowelled
...............shebrew dozestates
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