solitary sneer
quarrels commands
vivid rally tempest slays
spectre troops on parade,
incoherent colours run
into the foul mouth of the
disported chortle chiefs windpipe
he winks wise with obscure eyes
sheltering below malignant models
his unspecified sub-sonic
defecation magnifies
the human
horror for
all of OUR
greed.
meaning time –
an hourglass artefact
conceals an awareness of
mechanised mass murder
clogging conduit pipelines,
the galvanised guilty secrets
add infamous disgrace to
superfluous dust bits,
as the dead flesh putrefies
below the scorched sod
held half-done
proclaiming
his name –
‘the martinet maggot’
killing an apple man
to save energy squares
the sacred dome turns
a rutted circlet,
powdered pips eaten by
tanned centurions germinating
silicon bowlers then flung onto Sarsen stand
(flash bastard stiffs)
E. Moneypenny damps her
classy gusset approvingly
squealing flamboyant invectives
the subordinate sow!
Liz smiles
on high
on hook
like Mona
smugly
saluting
Turing
The dribble of a million
liquidised animations
Inoculated odds and ends
gracefully drooled into
Oak cavity fissures,
Obscure nooks conceal
an evil wash that whittles
trails into the strata
of padded penal walls
sickly sap in every cavity,
grey gums concealed by
the banal gap,
a bureaucracy
censored flush to demonic
deception shafts.
We are dragged westward
the malevolent undercurrent
of historic providence
Wet and insecure
Illogical verticals
Come unto us –
unhallowed Junta.
Make war on me.
Coke on China on Cola –
carbon copied annihilation
right wing swine skin mother fucker
Make war on me.
999 DC
-‘accident and emergency – which service does you require?’
-‘The Pig boy is in the oven but he will not die – let alone cook’
-‘Which service does you require squire?’
-‘Get me Ramsey - this bastard pig boy will not die and I am inside him dieting to death’
-‘add the sauce from the killing – the man batter – fat of man’
-‘you bastards’
Click…
Rebel that you are... rigid adherence doesn't appeal to you, does it? Me neither.
ReplyDeleteGotta say, that pig has some bad dentures.
Spitting, raw, and raging... I like.
Beth
I never fail to be knocked on my ass by the images you come up with--dusting off my bum again, let me say,I like the way the radical rodomontade rolls in this acidic pigsqueal against the machine. I put Mona(lisa) in my little scribble today too, maybe her unholy ghost could eat up all the pig men in a gulp? Full of poetic goodness, but last lines from 'Coke on China' on are bloodcurdling genius.
ReplyDeletedang dude....my fav lines...
ReplyDeletekilling an apple man
to save energy squares
the sacred dome turns
a rutted circlet,
powdered pips eaten by
tanned centurions germinating
silicon bowlers then flung onto Sarsen stand
(flash bastard stiffs)
E. Moneypenny damps her
classy gusset approvingly
squealing flamboyant invectives
the subordinate sow!
but the coke on china on cola is genius...squeel on pig, they make make bacon out of us yet, but then perhaps we'll make them sick...
Wow, Arron. Another fascinating piece filled with lines to sit and stew over. I have to say that I learn something new every time I read here because I have to look up a reference or word. I actually love that. Your head must be filled with a sea of never-ending knowledge the way you effortlessly sling words about until they fall in all the right places. That whole last bit is a perfect ending. And, that pig pic is crazy, lol :)
ReplyDeleteThe dribble of a million
ReplyDeleteliquidised animations
Inoculated odds and ends
gracefully drooled into
Oak cavity fissures,
Obscure nooks conceal
an evil wash that whittles
trails into the strata
of padded penal walls
Let's see if Blogger will let me play - this section is a poetic bomb (makes my gnashing of teeth at the CIA this week look like playing nice).
We are dragged westward
the malevolent undercurrent
of historic providence
The gunship performs a pylon turn. Not a Bond fan so I missed those references (sorry) - but here's the thing 'squealing flamboyant invectives the subordinate sow' came through without a clear sense of the source material. Love the 999 call at the end.
Speaking of 999 - so off topic - did you see the IT Crowd episode where they change the number to some long, ridiculously difficult number to remember but set it to a song? Moss ends up e-mailing the fire department and trying to determine the proper tone for the correspondence.