Wolf Tongue (11 page)

           Quim vibration clicked in time

                to strike an axe

        against yr log

               where moss defends.

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                   Deneuveing porn

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Columbining nowhere beds go bullion bad.

   Piano music in my heart explodes

      with aubergines & kings.

   Stupid thread sews you and alters every sleeve.

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            Now you have punished me

                I will eat red stones.

SMACK HER FACE O PEARLIZED AUTOMATIK

JUMBO PENCIL.

Lipstick traces

crowded then.

Salix bendings, rivers don’t Run.

SPASTIC acts defuse unFlame.

Bakelite hiplength moanings,

smashed with milk.

Bells & bones & telephones.

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Love me. Do it now Now. Startled

halfcup bras, blistering

toenail madness. Palamino

DAWN

STARcrusher.

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RACKAROCK SKULLBONE SMOKING.

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Vapodust.

      FUL DEBONARE she glistered on the secret

                           carnal bed,

                           chenile wrappettes uncreased.

                 Mousse shadows her concealer stick.

                     PEARLIZED rose & suck loose powders.

        Automatic tit mascara flows.

          Fluid cheek brushers combine with redrust hair.

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AMBRINE SOLO PRESSED I AM NO TANGO TOY.

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                               raked storming cheeks with

                               Marjolaine.

           Frozen cliffjuts scalped & frosted tourmaline.

                               amazing jumbo pencils for your

                               eyes.

          Liquid amaryllis true earth ground.

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PRESSED POWDER haunting woven face a finely Speckled Cloud.

                   Pouring tulip champagne rain

                   in vivid gutters made by YOU.

     Hen fur fretted, human always, stealthy

              high-heeled court shoes

                 Creep On Me: YOU

                     bathe in manmilk

               sweat & cloudy come.

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                  Tongueflames dwell

                       impossibly

                  in broken hearts.

                  ———————

    Bastard Zero Decade wakes you UP.

              Nectarine Nothing

                                 will happen again

    if we don’t love.

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   Praline justice eats the childbeater

                        HOME.

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SO SMOTHE HER SYDES FAR LIT TO PUSH THE

    POYSON DOWN & TANGILL ME NO MORE.

                DEWYNE, fordloked luf-daungere

              pryvy perle withouten spot

    I cast a die at Thee. her maraschino cherry

               hair, streaked, no CHANCE BUNNY

                  SEEKING SHADE, HOLLOW

    hairless armpit sleevy Sue. Her

                        fargone flame. To stroke

             this cumin-scented

                                                Rim. Pistol

             friglumps blocked, unanimous quimchick

                tracing, slowtrain

  redness coming miles

                          from stalk to lip

                  WHEN LIFE BROKE UP.

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               Tied it Then in secret bloodknot fury.

       Lychgate wifery /sniff madfleurs/ gone sickbad.

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       PULSING POMEGRANATE SHOULDERS

           SHIFTED SUZE’S BEDFLAK

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Too many men when women leapt from cloven palace doors.

Crystal fucklust smothering, ash

tearings, windpinned pauline axes,

ankle talcum, bathroom suspenders stretching, digit

creamery, ALL YOU SAID & ARE

when silk slipped down.

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STEEL I wish a breasted smoke from callous embers Gone.

Skank ponies drive.

First chic slingbacks.

Raincoat glebe.

Curled and cropped.

Boygirl.

Climb for body rain.

YOU BREAK MY HEART & I’LL BREAK YOURS &

WE’LL BOTH APPLAUD.

WE’LL NAIL OUR STUPID SCISSORS TO THE FLOOR.

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Hungry broken gin-soaked faces

spew the grit of Nazi laughter, when

muscles gleam & wrench the filthy sky.

No blossom comes. Snake boots spark

the bullet earth & die.

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Swill the scum down sluices made by men.

Tear the cuff & snap each milky wrist

so bathed in stranger’s

COME.

I’ll never know their faces blunt & dumb.

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Silk manholes ruched

with swollen fuckseed streaming

in her angel veins.

Love’s a bruised knot to fix the strain

of loving Thee, where

I comb the velvet sky to set

me

Free

from poison which invades

each

pore.

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Rain snaps

the burning quiet,

&

all

the

piss-filled

clouds

gather brimming at my brow.

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TROUBLED TWOLEG CHERRY HEAD YOU LOOKED

ASKANCE

AND GASPED A PRUDENT YES

IN OUR VIRIDIAN STARLIT XEROX ROOM.

(Shampoo

dripping

from her

smiles

said

GET A GRIP)

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Firecombing brightness on Estee Lauder lips.

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Dryven out of erthe I sank a shaft.

Broken blood came

back.

Stressed matchings.

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Tongueclucks burning when

you took my arm

because I was too shy.

We split a brace of quail & never laughed

TOO HARD.

You teased and brought me from

the Edge

of

NOWHERE REALLY FAST!

No need to look for further blys in all

the firefame.

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Sleek petal on meteoric rocks.

Tight cocks

gathered

in salt sweat

drive

each

SURGE IN THEE.

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THEE WASP WITH NAKED FOTE STALKING IN MY

CHAMBRE.

THEE WHOSE BRITTIL DERTES A

RE PINKSNOW

TOES PEEKING FROM EACH DOVEGREY

BORDEAUX SHOE!!

Thee nonsense crawl has slaundered love.

THEE BLACK BRUISED & REALLY CREEPING THING

INSIDE THE HORNY FYRE.

Thee for cutting paper now & weeping bintglove madness,

thee for snow.

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Open-toed thee. Andy Pandy dungaree

Thee.

Tea grows dark as the blessed season folds.

Pouring salt on Thee.

ACONITE & DREADFUL BANE THEE THEE.

Thee skanking two-tone ponytail at six o’clock

on the

Habitat bed

Harassed lips in the trimcut morn,

O THEE RUDEGIRL PULL IT OFF COOL IN

TONIK FRECKLE DRESSES

&

BRING ME FROM THE

EDGE OF NOWHERE

REALLY FAST.

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Thee bodysnatcher.

Thee raincoat.

Thee pink military.

Thee go-go.

Thee selector.

Thee fast-speaking woman.

Thee apricot bridesmaid.

Thee Laura Ashley wonderful.

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THEE PURPLE SLIT & TALCUM TOES.

Thee ruched by stallion

seed staff.

Frill tease comings, kiss

winking cuffchunks

at the door

where we explode. THEE

whose bangles crush the root in

me.

THEE VELVET VODKA HIPS

SOAKING HONEYMILK

MOANS.

THEE WASP STING DAGGERING PULSING CELLS

WHICH

LEAP & START LIKE STARRES.

THEE QUIMFOLDS BURNING …

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Tongue touching slits

Thee.

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RAMPANT QUILLS & SIENNA FEATHERS FLAKE

ON SOARING THEE.

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There is no end to Thee.

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((This is She)).

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High damage & midnight

fifteen

(Thee,)

for

this

is

she.

JURY VET

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Started September 1979

Abandoned October 1981

1
.    Beneath the worm’s eye view people. The clubfoot

           Giro trek. Brandlings lob mucus

        from the sloping lawns of Albion. Securicor

          I’m only glad to be off the dole blokes, dark

                     glasses staring

             from redundant Albion Mills (Idle), all

          the broken dollpeople say: Meat meat give me

              meat, boss: Boss me

                   Up

            or I go Bostik nostril

       & totally Sickrude, need to be

              ordered, regular fishcakes & spam

          every day I write the book

                  the bad book. Join the army

               of deserters, council estate dogs

shitting in the beck, rimless cars, porn

     videos & snuff movies on the rental

     get you in the out

     tray

from bondage underwear

          & the bluebeat skanking jobcentre. Fast

    Yosser skullbanging is It.

                                          Fuck me Pal

                hve you seen his

                                 Totally Wired

                Face. It’s a trough: brutality

                        mixed with blood.  
2
. Spring’s

fuck all, tilth & seed, you hve to cut the grass, who

       needs it?   It’s just stuff. Stuff it, them.

               Rockstar posies, rubbishers

         of text, the bowtie number

               over Chablis, how rather sweet,

              muddlers on a scheme, cashgrit

                  grinding you Out, Access cards

        pouring, cars without gear trouble,

             hairdressers & boutique pimps, take you