The whole plan of my writing is to get someone to vomit when reading my stuff, and so far I'm unsuccessful. 
They ain't potent enough yet obviously!
Tree
Out-string a watch without hands
Out-weave a rode without maps
off the centre...
spiralling down a road to fate downloading
on a PC foreboding your death uploading every sense of pride
falling
like books kicked out of the way
secured the rope days before... spinal disfigurement on the floor
riddling lines like shoelaces tied
to create a hook, and canny
fanny and Hanny
lying in jesus juice galore
on book club doors
of hospitals of schools of the sick that left... alone
that dropped out,
before their bones formed the first three words of the alphabet
amma, gamma, ceeta, words rhyme
but the boss does not.
and so he left early,
to pot
and dried leaves
humble gardens
old souls and book-written thieves
[‘cause funny, they don’t exist...
only in your imagination -- a foul place you betrothed.... foul place, foul place.
repetition makes a mockery of sense. Cents for books and books for bent, curvature thoughts into patterns of spinal code.
fallen apart at old age
smell that gets you high and takes you away
like the smell of written word on fable
to form in grey on white
and black on spite
Apartheid site
separating nothing from everything
sense formed with letters that besmirch your reputation.
jingling lines of death castrated
abominated
for sense.
don't exist!
haha!]
in year one they told us to pull our straps up tight
and so I un-winded the light
pulled off my socks
my f**k socks, jock strap locks
tied ‘em to the bulb
bulbed out my mamma.
tied ‘em to the self
and atop books I climbed
to the top of a line of bing-bonging banging sound
sound waves don't dance
they dash around like figments of a trance
dotting like lines spiralling into reminiscence
living in transience
of a sentimental world
spirituality I conceive of in secular dirt
death purging itself into self-prophesy
I drop the line,
the squirrel sings for me
I sing it beast, and bound it up
like curling sun-ship and lollypop drop
hang the metre,
hang the dash, the full stop, colon, bones, flesh
broken bones
and bones to earth.
and then I jump
not to sail
to take the chance
to feel the moment of transition
beat time as I beat myself
at maths.
the equation is solved.
[or not asI don’t watchit to existWhenI can’t see it Forgetsitself
and climbs a Tree!]
The Missing Breast
Ring the neck of
the ringwood
who was ringing the bell
on Ringo Star
who was fucking his
Aunt
while we got high
Ring it good
'till every last drop's out
quench my desire
drench your pain.
glasses that sit by desks
uneaten dreams
and lies [it seems],
to feed them whole
mirrored TV that
bounds back propelled
images
of a projected supper star.
Thoughts castrated
in lakes nearby
boys with silent guns
in their pockets
far away dreams
home made baked books minds
rabbits lurching their wishes
to the blind
man who picks up the bodies
calls them home to orange
a Ketch-up sauced face
and lies
[like I said before],
the pink spotted
candy stand
Alice in Wonderland ties.
A missing doctor
who cut her breast
off
why isn't he being
tried
for false monogamy
he didn't cut
the other off
forgot the left one
left the forgotten son
of Sir Camalotte.
K-Mart
no apartheid in the sky
no black or white
if you're going
we all are
ain't no selection
Best and Less
sell your soul to the K-Mart
lady
get it real cheap
twenty bucks and a free can of soup
dinner at last
after years of prostitution
and dinner at last
last supper of restitution
twenty bull, feel it
buck it up the arse
for absolution
the truth is
no-one told me I was
going in this direction
'till I done it
and now you shoot
me with the same gun I
was combing my last
in shower of
ragdoll hair.
but where I'm going
no-one cares
they'll whore themselves
up
without a care
give your soul to God
for entry there
f**k his menopause
suck his Santa Claus
for Egyptian's Mona Lisa
Jesus in white robes
with vitiligo
and fucked up comatose
burry me sex feet deep
with a pot of gold
and a bronze
vulgar note
and six pence a pair
shave my legs,
my underwear
take my
sponge -->
inject my hair
suck my d**k
no apartheidin the skyupthe...mongetawaynocamf...
---
end! [I am glorious]
They ain't potent enough yet obviously!
Tree
Out-string a watch without hands
Out-weave a rode without maps
off the centre...
spiralling down a road to fate downloading
on a PC foreboding your death uploading every sense of pride
falling
like books kicked out of the way
secured the rope days before... spinal disfigurement on the floor
riddling lines like shoelaces tied
to create a hook, and canny
fanny and Hanny
lying in jesus juice galore
on book club doors
of hospitals of schools of the sick that left... alone
that dropped out,
before their bones formed the first three words of the alphabet
amma, gamma, ceeta, words rhyme
but the boss does not.
and so he left early,
to pot
and dried leaves
humble gardens
old souls and book-written thieves
[‘cause funny, they don’t exist...
only in your imagination -- a foul place you betrothed.... foul place, foul place.
repetition makes a mockery of sense. Cents for books and books for bent, curvature thoughts into patterns of spinal code.
fallen apart at old age
smell that gets you high and takes you away
like the smell of written word on fable
to form in grey on white
and black on spite
Apartheid site
separating nothing from everything
sense formed with letters that besmirch your reputation.
jingling lines of death castrated
abominated
for sense.
don't exist!
haha!]
in year one they told us to pull our straps up tight
and so I un-winded the light
pulled off my socks
my f**k socks, jock strap locks
tied ‘em to the bulb
bulbed out my mamma.
tied ‘em to the self
and atop books I climbed
to the top of a line of bing-bonging banging sound
sound waves don't dance
they dash around like figments of a trance
dotting like lines spiralling into reminiscence
living in transience
of a sentimental world
spirituality I conceive of in secular dirt
death purging itself into self-prophesy
I drop the line,
the squirrel sings for me
I sing it beast, and bound it up
like curling sun-ship and lollypop drop
hang the metre,
hang the dash, the full stop, colon, bones, flesh
broken bones
and bones to earth.
and then I jump
not to sail
to take the chance
to feel the moment of transition
beat time as I beat myself
at maths.
the equation is solved.
[or not asI don’t watchit to existWhenI can’t see it Forgetsitself
and climbs a Tree!]
The Missing Breast
Ring the neck of
the ringwood
who was ringing the bell
on Ringo Star
who was fucking his
Aunt
while we got high
Ring it good
'till every last drop's out
quench my desire
drench your pain.
glasses that sit by desks
uneaten dreams
and lies [it seems],
to feed them whole
mirrored TV that
bounds back propelled
images
of a projected supper star.
Thoughts castrated
in lakes nearby
boys with silent guns
in their pockets
far away dreams
home made baked books minds
rabbits lurching their wishes
to the blind
man who picks up the bodies
calls them home to orange
a Ketch-up sauced face
and lies
[like I said before],
the pink spotted
candy stand
Alice in Wonderland ties.
A missing doctor
who cut her breast
off
why isn't he being
tried
for false monogamy
he didn't cut
the other off
forgot the left one
left the forgotten son
of Sir Camalotte.
K-Mart
no apartheid in the sky
no black or white
if you're going
we all are
ain't no selection
Best and Less
sell your soul to the K-Mart
lady
get it real cheap
twenty bucks and a free can of soup
dinner at last
after years of prostitution
and dinner at last
last supper of restitution
twenty bull, feel it
buck it up the arse
for absolution
the truth is
no-one told me I was
going in this direction
'till I done it
and now you shoot
me with the same gun I
was combing my last
in shower of
ragdoll hair.
but where I'm going
no-one cares
they'll whore themselves
up
without a care
give your soul to God
for entry there
f**k his menopause
suck his Santa Claus
for Egyptian's Mona Lisa
Jesus in white robes
with vitiligo
and fucked up comatose
burry me sex feet deep
with a pot of gold
and a bronze
vulgar note
and six pence a pair
shave my legs,
my underwear
take my
sponge -->
inject my hair
suck my d**k
no apartheidin the skyupthe...mongetawaynocamf...
---
end! [I am glorious]