You don't look
Quite the same
Anymore
As you once
Looked like me
More or less
Now you hide
At the bottom
Of a dress
People hate you
now, they say
eugh you disgust me
Some people like you
But never often innocence
or unbiased caress
usually perversion
throws it's weight
around there
Because hands are graceful
Oh aren't they pretty in fact
true they're my favourite body part
I laugh a lot
at a lot of thoughts
Which never happen
but one is good
It's an obnoxious slut
dragging herself around
with rounded off
sawn off
bitten off
hacked off
stumps instead
I know you'd rather it her head
but now how disgusting
are they?
how precious
like your hands
like thread
Saturday 6 March 2010
Poesis Is Nothing To Do With Poetry
Underneath the grime and grizzle
Where the words will come to to weigh
I will try to understand.
What's a flowing script, of all?
When talking of the shopping mall
Or waiting for the bus.
For trying never got me
Where I ever want to go
But no
Some atheist dreamer
Need not break like winter
Still whispering
How
We would never dance
And as twilight move
Passion prance
And from this skin
I can begin
For in this hand I hold
A man
He garbles
Cut your hair and count your marbles
So it seems I never choose
When writing poems about truths
Or times or lives or messages
The poem writes itself you see
And so fuck it, now I'm free.
Where the words will come to to weigh
I will try to understand.
What's a flowing script, of all?
When talking of the shopping mall
Or waiting for the bus.
For trying never got me
Where I ever want to go
But no
Some atheist dreamer
Need not break like winter
Still whispering
How
We would never dance
And as twilight move
Passion prance
And from this skin
I can begin
For in this hand I hold
A man
He garbles
Cut your hair and count your marbles
So it seems I never choose
When writing poems about truths
Or times or lives or messages
The poem writes itself you see
And so fuck it, now I'm free.
Write Shite Arse Piss Maim Fuck
Ruin Dead Telling
Made In Ruin
To ruin is be and to be is to be in ruin so any fail within the fail is failing in the being.
So being in the failure is within the failures sight. It's all I ever wanted and it's all I ever tried.
Nick Steal Shape
Eat Foul Ruin
Ant Eat Man
Prank Friend Pretend
Ah so pranking is to be. And to be is to prank. And all I ever wanted is a long hard sturdy wank
Ruin Dead Telling
Made In Ruin
To ruin is be and to be is to be in ruin so any fail within the fail is failing in the being.
So being in the failure is within the failures sight. It's all I ever wanted and it's all I ever tried.
Nick Steal Shape
Eat Foul Ruin
Ant Eat Man
Prank Friend Pretend
Ah so pranking is to be. And to be is to prank. And all I ever wanted is a long hard sturdy wank
Wholly Exceptional Circumstances in County Antrim
Desgusten'.
Ah suppose Ah'm that fealin ye get
When youe smell gone oaf melk
O' Mother a' mercy, Goad help me
toue fat toue go t' prison
toue fat toue be judged
Whaire's Goad?
Whaire's Goad t' help me?
Whaire's the red hand of Ulster?
Saive me from the Antrim croun court
Oh Goad, our Lord
When ah wheeled in there, in toue be judged
Elder counsel, reduced toue sinner
The prosecution, geave a sermon
This Man Is A Monster, Unfit For Society
David Smythe, Judge.
Since The Court Now Finds These
Wholly Exceptional Circumstances
McConaghy, Your Sentence Is Suspended
Since It Is Apparent That
You Are Considered Clinically Obese
You Are Hereby Deemed Unfit For Prison
Thank Goad. Thank youe Goad fer this chance
Thank youe fer these ulcerated leags
I'll doue no harm again
A proddy bastard, spat the Catholics
They're all the seame
All fuckin' kiddey feddlers
Up the IRA and all eh?
Ah was never stopped, that's why ah kept goin'
though by the eand she was scratchin' my feace
That's whean et petered out, as she sead.
Ah'm sixtey six. Et was years ago
She's fourtey fower noue
old enough toue leave et toue Goad surely?
Our father, whou art in heaven
Hallowed be thy neame
Forgive me
Oh, like youe know
Like youe know what et's like
bein' a priest your whole life
Ah've faithe, what've youe?
She was the foule temptaition of man
She corrupted me
Woman is the root of all sin
Forgive me my trespasses
Lead me not into temptaition
Deliver me from evil
let thease Ulsterated leags carrey me
Sixty seven steps at least
Towards a path of penitence
What've youe?
Ah've faith
Desgusten faith.
Ah suppose Ah'm that fealin ye get
When youe smell gone oaf melk
O' Mother a' mercy, Goad help me
toue fat toue go t' prison
toue fat toue be judged
Whaire's Goad?
Whaire's Goad t' help me?
Whaire's the red hand of Ulster?
Saive me from the Antrim croun court
Oh Goad, our Lord
When ah wheeled in there, in toue be judged
Elder counsel, reduced toue sinner
The prosecution, geave a sermon
This Man Is A Monster, Unfit For Society
David Smythe, Judge.
Since The Court Now Finds These
Wholly Exceptional Circumstances
McConaghy, Your Sentence Is Suspended
Since It Is Apparent That
You Are Considered Clinically Obese
You Are Hereby Deemed Unfit For Prison
Thank Goad. Thank youe Goad fer this chance
Thank youe fer these ulcerated leags
I'll doue no harm again
A proddy bastard, spat the Catholics
They're all the seame
All fuckin' kiddey feddlers
Up the IRA and all eh?
Ah was never stopped, that's why ah kept goin'
though by the eand she was scratchin' my feace
That's whean et petered out, as she sead.
Ah'm sixtey six. Et was years ago
She's fourtey fower noue
old enough toue leave et toue Goad surely?
Our father, whou art in heaven
Hallowed be thy neame
Forgive me
Oh, like youe know
Like youe know what et's like
bein' a priest your whole life
Ah've faithe, what've youe?
She was the foule temptaition of man
She corrupted me
Woman is the root of all sin
Forgive me my trespasses
Lead me not into temptaition
Deliver me from evil
let thease Ulsterated leags carrey me
Sixty seven steps at least
Towards a path of penitence
What've youe?
Ah've faith
Desgusten faith.
The folded cloth looked at me , it swore, I swear it swore. I t the heads are banged up and oh nthe fuck
the bastardfields and the peril. Ahg what the madness caN BE SYMPATHY ;YING WITHIN THE CHEWED, ONLY ONLY CHEWED.
Puke! Unrelenting puke '
In the selfened, interesting and exploitative all the same terrain.
What is what canterbury
To be is ntyo attwempting a thi9ng nobody knows but keep this up and in the end
In the end.
dagabodiac, sponioc
the bastardfields and the peril. Ahg what the madness caN BE SYMPATHY ;YING WITHIN THE CHEWED, ONLY ONLY CHEWED.
Puke! Unrelenting puke '
In the selfened, interesting and exploitative all the same terrain.
What is what canterbury
To be is ntyo attwempting a thi9ng nobody knows but keep this up and in the end
In the end.
dagabodiac, sponioc
My T Shirt
I’m fucking cold right now. I’ve got a tiny t shirt on, it doesn’t even fit me. It says LEPRA on the front. With a hand. And ‘heal me’ written round it.
That’s so gay
I don’t even have leprosy
You don’t wear a band t shirt of a band you don’t like or listen to
Is it the same for disease t shirts?
Are you not allowed to wear the t shirt unless you have the disease?
Well no ones told me not to
Then again
I haven’t met any lepers today.
I’m meant to be working right now.
Elaine Coley gave me the t-shirt
Told me about how her kids wear them to bed
Her daughter is called Lucy
Lucy’s breasts are bigger than her head.
I like Lucy
Elaine is a bitch.
If Lucy saw me with this t shirt on she’d think I had stolen it from her room
Like,
cos it’s too small for me at any rate, but I’d say
No!
It can’t be yours
Your tits would never fit.
They’d be crushed like oranges at the bottom of a shopping bag.
10 minutes then I can sign out
Go home
Probably fall asleep
Not get up tomorrow
And the whole hideous cycle begins again.
That’s so gay
I don’t even have leprosy
You don’t wear a band t shirt of a band you don’t like or listen to
Is it the same for disease t shirts?
Are you not allowed to wear the t shirt unless you have the disease?
Well no ones told me not to
Then again
I haven’t met any lepers today.
I’m meant to be working right now.
Elaine Coley gave me the t-shirt
Told me about how her kids wear them to bed
Her daughter is called Lucy
Lucy’s breasts are bigger than her head.
I like Lucy
Elaine is a bitch.
If Lucy saw me with this t shirt on she’d think I had stolen it from her room
Like,
cos it’s too small for me at any rate, but I’d say
No!
It can’t be yours
Your tits would never fit.
They’d be crushed like oranges at the bottom of a shopping bag.
10 minutes then I can sign out
Go home
Probably fall asleep
Not get up tomorrow
And the whole hideous cycle begins again.
Never forget the night
So very amusing.
Never forget the 18th of April 2009
at 04:55 you found your dad naked on the couch downstairs.
He is as much as a psycho as you.
Never forget.
Never forget the 18th of April 2009
at 04:55 you found your dad naked on the couch downstairs.
He is as much as a psycho as you.
Never forget.
ECOFUCK
The pricked pine knows no bounds
The sombre seed is a visionary
Herald to the world of the flies
A brine handled paper cup
Eating in the marsh
Each week it sings for its wings
Or flaps a dread beat
Like a requiem
To man's true eternal bliss
The sombre seed is a visionary
Herald to the world of the flies
A brine handled paper cup
Eating in the marsh
Each week it sings for its wings
Or flaps a dread beat
Like a requiem
To man's true eternal bliss
Thus Goat Growth Latin
A satin sheet and an ancient masterpiece
Burn in the pit of a poor man's mind
What silence fills
In modern myths, a pile
Of deafened men
Resist.
And time and all are
What connotes sand
Round, all round
Until I am found.
I wished into pleasure
Through tired hands
And calloused eyes
Until dawn broke
And I was free
Thus goat growth Latin.
Burn in the pit of a poor man's mind
What silence fills
In modern myths, a pile
Of deafened men
Resist.
And time and all are
What connotes sand
Round, all round
Until I am found.
I wished into pleasure
Through tired hands
And calloused eyes
Until dawn broke
And I was free
Thus goat growth Latin.
Clover Plays Piano in the Street
Oh, This is of the the fallen trees
he said
This is hallowed ground
he said
This is a beggar, wrapped in a shrew's tail,
Creeping and packaging,
Eyes are red.
What a fucking fuss
I said
It's only the January sales. Nobody is interested.
Eventually, he leaves, beaten and shamed
And falls back to the shadow
he said
This is hallowed ground
he said
This is a beggar, wrapped in a shrew's tail,
Creeping and packaging,
Eyes are red.
What a fucking fuss
I said
It's only the January sales. Nobody is interested.
Eventually, he leaves, beaten and shamed
And falls back to the shadow
Monday
Life is like the verges
He said.
The sky is open, Rheumatic.
It spends and wades and flops upon the weary.
No time for minding.
This day cost me 70 pence and not time for minding.
We spent today thinking
About recapitulations
And things we'll never do.
Life is like the verges, he said.
And I said
Maybe today.
He said.
The sky is open, Rheumatic.
It spends and wades and flops upon the weary.
No time for minding.
This day cost me 70 pence and not time for minding.
We spent today thinking
About recapitulations
And things we'll never do.
Life is like the verges, he said.
And I said
Maybe today.
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