AT DIE NING TAY BALL OP

O

SIT

IN 2 MIND EYE BIT.

AND CHEWED UP ON THE FLESH ALL SWEET.

BITS STUCK ON GUMS

IT WAS A PLEASURE 2 EAT.

OP

O

SIT

AS EYE BIT

AS EYE SIT.

AS EYE SAT.

AS EYE LEAVE SAT IS FIED FULL AND FAT.

THOROUGHLY FULL UP THOROUGHLY FILLED.

EYE WONDERED HOW MEN E CELLS EYE'D KILLED WHEN EYE BIT

DOWN

IN 2 MIND.

MAY KING IT MINE.

FINE.

ALL THE WORDS THAT EYE 8.

ALL THE SINEWS EYE CHEWED.

BRAY KING THE LINKS BETWEEN BOD E AND MOOD THIS IS NEW.

THINK.

WITH MIND NOW IN MOUTH, STUCK IN

TEETH.

I BIT DOWN INTO FLESH AND PRO SEE DID TO

EAT.

Its Just Another Social Fuckstruct.

SOCIAL FUCKSTRUCT HAIKU

i am constructed.

made so i will not fall down.

social scaffolding.

SOCIAL FUCKSTRUCT HAIKU 2

i'm bound to social fuckstructs

so my bones will hold me up.

fuckstructless i fall.

SOCIAL FUCKSTRUCT HAIKU 3

fuckstructs make you want.

fuckstructs make you big and strong.

fuckstructs rape your head.

Lie Berry.

I assumed a sort of new

Assumption.

I kept my eyes

Fixed and pluck up the gumption.

Something else was starting to function,

A sort of new

Found to be true

Assumption.

I felt fine for a while prior and post then,

Post-it notes around my throat with all the thoughts I thought before when;

Spilling out my jingle jangle junk box

Head onto your bed,

Might have made it seem

That particles had collided to make us think the same.

And it's sweet that you refuse

To believe it's more than watching,

Possible touching,

More than,

More like

Twitching.

And it's sugary that you need your pillow to be

Clean and warm and empty,

Before you pretend to listen when you crawl in bed

Beside me.

Not a noise in the night more mumbled and crackling;

The salty skin of the memories of the men we bought back when

Fingers need bending and minds need a rest.

Stop and wait and go again. Best.

Lazy memory mornings,

Yawning.

My mind has been up all night pacing,

Watching me sleep next to the company I'm facing.

It tells me my acting skills of

CoolCalm

AndCollected

Are coming off dull if not slightly affected.

So it is not hard to sleep

Alone.

It is however most uninteresting.

BloodBlister.

TypeRighter.

LittleSister. Biggger. Brighter.

Loster.

Found her

Cowering over books, giving wobbly glances and shaken up looks.

There is an eye I would try to hold steady.

Ready?

A medley of memories;

Short term and long

Lingers.

Wiping it all off my fingers.

Middle digit rigid.

And I wonder

If you realise:

I'm offering you a new form of cigarette for you to stylize.

This is not anger this is unbent proclamation.

Candy cigarette fingers for a cancerless nation.

foryourbite.

There's a sound now;

Muffled and stunted and filtered through ear after ear after ear and after all

You can hear

Is this sound now.

Eyes are closed.

Bottom lip curls to be bitten and reassured it is still part of your mouth,

But your jaw it is listening and lolling as it does

And it loses grip on your lip as the sound rolls past.

Also your neck listens with tilt and with sway,

Leaning close to your shoulders which lock your arms in place.

At the end of your arms past the bone and the bend you are

Spelling out words in your palm.

Your fingers are tickling the sentences,

And you're sensitive

Skin clams up and you know:

When I finish writing,

When my body can't hear,

They'll be no more words left to recite.

Muffled and stunted and filtered through ears,

Bottom lip

Crying out

For your bite.

Eyjafjallajokull

It said on the news today that nobody died.

That there's a big black cloud hanging over us

that will never rain, but someday clear.

That it will provide us with beautiful sunsets and settle softly on our noses.

It said on the news today that blacks the new white and

the dictionary has placed

FIRESNOW

between

FIREBRAND

and

FIREWORKS.

In other news television has taken control of the NHS and will hand out glasses for free,

with a tagline written upon each pair; 'Its the best way to BBC'.

To collect your complimentary pair of anti-Israel specs

shout answers to this equasion at your television set.

If you do not receive your glasses:

you are not shouting loud enough.

A survey

showed an increase in preference towards the sea over the sky.

A ten year old said that the sea was a more aspirational symbol than the stars

and that the more time her father spent at home the more he smelt like

white spirit.

In other news, ferry prices have rocketed and jumbo jet parts are being sold off.

There was a loud bang heard today

and the roads are clear

and the only pollution presently is the tar stuffed down in God's lungs.

It said on the news today that the Lord has cancer

and that cigarettes are free.

That there was world wide looting of fag factories resulting in

escalated

tension and riots followed by a relaxed

exhalation

and a new feeling of global affinity with Hashem,

Well, that's what it said.

And the weather man explained

that there's a big black cloud hanging over us that will someday clear,

but never rain.

A TABLE UNLAID

I will not try animate you

as you need

no boots, coat or hat.

There'll be no limbs attached,

no blood

to drain

or air to catch.

Sitting as you are;

no rim around your Fedora or

carnation in your shirt,

no proud straight back against

an empty arm chair,

with no fingers to crack and

no rings to place there.

No strong jaw or romantic

temperament.

No reputation for being a

gentleman.

No easy way to settle

when

you've no legs to rest or

knees to bend.

And with no soft lip with split not on,

and no warm eyes unbruised,

there's no blood that clots to heal for them

and no need to stitch or sooth.

With no shoulders broad to hang

no suit.

No buttons to buttons

and no laces to boot,

and between these two

no cloth there to cover,

neither your right leg left

just as un as the other.

And so

sits empty

your invisible

chair,

inside your invisible

walls, by your fire of air.

Upon your transparent rug,

in a house no one made;

there you sit

with no body

at a table unlaid.

Snaps.

HMV.

 

This is some of my photography taken whilst wondering between places to place.

Love ran down my back made me a fillet of fish
And it took out all my bones and it placed me on my dish
And it said: thou shall have thy lover
Underneath the covers,
Thou shall have thy lover
When the train rolls in.
I was a thousand fishes a shoal beneath the sea
When love it went a fishin' and it made a meal a' me
Turned to only flesh and warmed 'till I was done
I was placed upon my plate and then love made me a song
And it said: thou shall have thy lover
You shall be with one another
Thou shall have thy lover
When the train rolls in.

We Are Walking Nowhere

 I walked barefoot from my home to your home and measured the distance in toes.
 I thought; If your digits are twice the size of mine then I'm twice as far and you're twice as close
 and whilst
 Walking I counted the number of breaths and divided the whole by the number of steps.
 If your lungs can take say one lungful more
 Then you'd be able to hold your breath at the door;
 When you stood on my step and left their a tap,
 Then as the door opens lips part, lungs relax.
 And so breathing calmly you've finally arrived,
 With double the toes and lungs twice the size.
 We leave a clunk on the door and a creak on the stairs.
 No shoes no socks.
 We are walking nowhere.