Tuesday, 28 August 2012
I make girls like you pregnant for free
Her persona, prolapsing loose
a passion for fashion.
The suspension of ration:
compelling to produce
A whet bestial reflex,choking on a bad gag
budding, blowing Halitosis in a paper-bag
A bastardy baby, rapt moses.
adoring the improvised slurry,
drizzling flush-flurry over a gurney breach.
Scrub Up Son - Now Hurry!
A false prophet – Teach,
Preacher, professor –
a fraudulent confessor, lording
a Molotov smoothie rustled up in a single,
nifty hand shake movie.
cum in agitation –
A billion pyrotechnical discharges reign
the apoplectic energy of sin on skin
and other less obvious
fast tracks to pain.
picking peptic balm. A gastric boa-band
coiling around a fallopian fling
gone wrong, in cist, ginseng.
mineshafting voluminous eggs in blood orange reds,
depth charging submarinated clegs
in a calmative jar, clam-jam, oyster tar runs
killer. . . killing.
The erotic polyglot
parleys with countless beasts:
rising rash raking yeast.
a Cyclonic nexus
twinned tongues nudge,
male mouths taking it
in turns to test-tube-suck, budge
her rock-hard root: jolting emulsion,
Inflating swab, odorous fume
gatewaying god, the interlacing loom
compelling mind melding threads, thirsting
a thrash and a pass
out of this