anarkophilia 2203 - a diseased gnu-fictional account of the southern battle
an experimental html short fiction hypertext story... feedback welcome!...
21 June 2003
05 March 2003
nuwerdz [feb03]
antipoet-allanboyd-perth perth/west.au
allanboyd@optusnet.com.au
(((((((0000000000000)))))))
campUSfreestylerz100
she spellchecks this current head. sifts silted chips - all blue seamed n restless.
he answers her doors in rages, jittery tongued like bible belt monstrosity.
each mouth bellowed her names in sun-fucked fruit. we sit sly in these buses
waiting for words to touch like cancer. all button-lipped n nipple tripped.
swollen-eyed, he imagines her hands inside him.
those sex-black nails tear throats like porn-grease. her windowless faces.
he reached deep for unspent stones; stain-proof and chatters.
we seek these massive walls of disco breath. this fringe-like tunnel squeal.
he ate most traffic in stages; sold lite packets in shiny-leafed rooms.
we emboss ourselves in new dissidence each day. old gnu-skool remedies.
western n frantic my truncheon wept like jesus. but fucked like mothers.
these hits gettin bigger, like giant mental boxes. spikes n fluid render me framed.
turgid.
****************
__lawnbreezeX__
in backyard solo-man rigidity he grasps rails.
breathes quik white-hiss groans with them.
that perfect steel skin melts in him - heats in rhythmic pleasures.
his only hole hums in fortunate greed.
his/her waves of tongues flick these heads.
choosing each throb. they grind in suction.
s/he tastes each motion. in sun bites she sighs deeper.
we eat stroked tracts of her in long sweeps.
now so shared, she grins in bold goddess pose:
nipples high. begs for her men.
and we take her like rapists, her solo-grrl body granted.
all parts sing her hymns at the sky.
praising the god of fucking.
________________
slendertron3003
keep yr perfect gleaming head low.
solar pillows fly like blonde panels, wet missiles into her cradled mass,
lets be the glistening ballistic, we chant in shopping mall bliss. totally listens for lips.
one up for the plastic bag whitebread fuckers. she banks in hilltop drag.
they all have secret product issues; we line yr shelves in six-string clitoris.
mirror minor mind-set packages blowing like processed london sex faces.
in newfound treaty we build sonik castles on rotted stumps.
skin harder than thou - this japanese fetish year.
===============
semiotic w disturbances
they bellow slow strings/du-codes/wanton bile of propane fear
get yr gloss-packs of despair in the snail: control-face, mono-method targets.
in boxes by gates in bent hinges, we rust each metallic pore.
shuttled rain in texas ammo clusters; we breath their depletion air.
do not touch the brand-name collage - swallow all heels.
we strap striped balls to our torn bleeding mouths;
this vomit-monster guru struts bigskool.
they made me drink crude-buckets of dense black oil.
sand grate his searing throat.
we scream tears of stale saline in mainframe bubbles - no fucking war.
buttoned-up like badges we trail deputies to reffo creation zones
ya can't eat boxes of spent guns, she sprees hard in aircon'ed light.
uber-chant bombs. these hardcore bitches in moustaches and gunsmoke.
sometimes/always they lick at his presidential shaft
seeking permission to swallow him whole
her revolutory backpack. nail spikes to his faces.
baby cheeks n teeth n skulls crush underfoot
mashed in gnarly steel n bone sculptures.
this bleeding road to surreal democracies.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
castout freekscore rhymes
from here, in that scorched concrete face,
we sent leftist diagnoses; beat thick bookie skull training.
i always love my lovers like the wind. we bless.
god speaks in ministry of sonik overhauls. baked trolleys in the perth sun.
my bart simpson cradle cap. collated like stormtroopers on big acid tiles.
we all sell stolen parts. pretend like capital ignorance.
thin/fat lips eat my screamin hips. we bent her backwards in teams of poets.
we cruise like uranium fuck. i missed the slow strikes; all stroked like egos.
give me headjobs, they invariably chanted like no-war children.
we gave our bleeding sluts to the lord and bailed fast.
i only send these tricks for apathetic signals - peaking at her corporate soul.
we sweat six drips and creep up the selfish inner thigh.
we all dream of sub-rape. all softy-skin vs hard-skool velvet lengths.
her hair like wet paddocks. these trees bloated like chinese limbs.
##################
lean street justice - string fragments circa3003
OUR NEW GOD SAYS:
hope speed crick necks breech fish this twist.
then lift this big face wide lace sun-burn thigh-school bent.
scales: we drift cliffs dip shit crystal maps n beans in coy mist
never keep mirror-link tribal treats inside creeks or cheeks
SEARCH DEEPER BIBLES DEEPER:
miss this blitz tricks piss the witch broods wild
please mean free scene get gleaned screens of the lean team
dont buy his thick chat n logo crap n sewerage flats n reeds n chimes
cry there croon these red and yellow ballons; goat's milk.
or trees or trees or trees; or cradles bough; trees like monarchs
or dirty-realist text endings. basal fast nu-jazz treacle.
or trees or trees. or anal sex with god.
NOW IS NEVER THEN: SAYS THE LORD
keep even loudness low: youth stretches into queer logic n corporate fun.
here: and vents eat this radical prime new process; millenia ediface.
sometimes when i die, we read (your poetic-brochures for trailers}
more polemic poem-aims depletive - these political word-slagheaps
LET HIM INTO YOUR YEAHs:
like like like like like grown-ups
these beatles up my shit-faced heart; my busted muso-driver cranes
my soul is in r shopping-body; even god is made from clocks.
repeat flavoursome rants/deeds of nesting:
web and/or character development workshops in carts.
KEEP YOU DANCIN WITH SPECIAL JESUS
im pretty sure i'm reading this elvis novel card
far too much porn-narratives now gain entry; sodomy and god.
not into bellowed plumes ov themselves
but i pray to this sunday street men:
hope if u want to; one day, somehow, we will join new skins
not mere wordbreath or lustful habits n gowns n frocks n stops.
the LORD hath said: BAREBACK, HE COMES IN ME
our solo/solid minds in sheets of beaches; printed proud like this rod.
big ones always deflate slowly in salinity-belt remedy. this city
of misreadings and desperate hardcore flowers - leaning buildings her only refuge.
here we are now: please our bags like vibrations and fake-jesus faces.
we steal smokes - still sit in huddled bubbles.
------=---------=---------=--------
corporate dreams exhale
like inverted snatches; covert hill conversations
his logo sun feels her lips; sweet drip on/in him;
her sonic swings low.
this heavy finger pushes deeper - moans light in open sources.
we yell now at those wishlist deities thru yogic windows,
hope for new kundalini timeslots - their own prime cuts
we send skins downloaded into each thigh dance.
beats harder than grey coastal-heat lingers here
that broadband zephyr licks her grinning faces;
black desert wind laps into all holes:
never quite filled him still.
next stop still hurts, we replied in anguish.
lush bent n felt-tipped jams.
his insatiable brick mind now a summer ambulance craze.
this mobile coffee dust never eats her face;
lest we forget possible beaches; empty house dreams;
and supple addictions to hi-maintenance monarchs.
""""""""""""""""""
antipoetFEB03
allanboyd@optusnet.com.au
antipoet-allanboyd-perth perth/west.au
allanboyd@optusnet.com.au
(((((((0000000000000)))))))
campUSfreestylerz100
she spellchecks this current head. sifts silted chips - all blue seamed n restless.
he answers her doors in rages, jittery tongued like bible belt monstrosity.
each mouth bellowed her names in sun-fucked fruit. we sit sly in these buses
waiting for words to touch like cancer. all button-lipped n nipple tripped.
swollen-eyed, he imagines her hands inside him.
those sex-black nails tear throats like porn-grease. her windowless faces.
he reached deep for unspent stones; stain-proof and chatters.
we seek these massive walls of disco breath. this fringe-like tunnel squeal.
he ate most traffic in stages; sold lite packets in shiny-leafed rooms.
we emboss ourselves in new dissidence each day. old gnu-skool remedies.
western n frantic my truncheon wept like jesus. but fucked like mothers.
these hits gettin bigger, like giant mental boxes. spikes n fluid render me framed.
turgid.
****************
__lawnbreezeX__
in backyard solo-man rigidity he grasps rails.
breathes quik white-hiss groans with them.
that perfect steel skin melts in him - heats in rhythmic pleasures.
his only hole hums in fortunate greed.
his/her waves of tongues flick these heads.
choosing each throb. they grind in suction.
s/he tastes each motion. in sun bites she sighs deeper.
we eat stroked tracts of her in long sweeps.
now so shared, she grins in bold goddess pose:
nipples high. begs for her men.
and we take her like rapists, her solo-grrl body granted.
all parts sing her hymns at the sky.
praising the god of fucking.
________________
slendertron3003
keep yr perfect gleaming head low.
solar pillows fly like blonde panels, wet missiles into her cradled mass,
lets be the glistening ballistic, we chant in shopping mall bliss. totally listens for lips.
one up for the plastic bag whitebread fuckers. she banks in hilltop drag.
they all have secret product issues; we line yr shelves in six-string clitoris.
mirror minor mind-set packages blowing like processed london sex faces.
in newfound treaty we build sonik castles on rotted stumps.
skin harder than thou - this japanese fetish year.
===============
semiotic w disturbances
they bellow slow strings/du-codes/wanton bile of propane fear
get yr gloss-packs of despair in the snail: control-face, mono-method targets.
in boxes by gates in bent hinges, we rust each metallic pore.
shuttled rain in texas ammo clusters; we breath their depletion air.
do not touch the brand-name collage - swallow all heels.
we strap striped balls to our torn bleeding mouths;
this vomit-monster guru struts bigskool.
they made me drink crude-buckets of dense black oil.
sand grate his searing throat.
we scream tears of stale saline in mainframe bubbles - no fucking war.
buttoned-up like badges we trail deputies to reffo creation zones
ya can't eat boxes of spent guns, she sprees hard in aircon'ed light.
uber-chant bombs. these hardcore bitches in moustaches and gunsmoke.
sometimes/always they lick at his presidential shaft
seeking permission to swallow him whole
her revolutory backpack. nail spikes to his faces.
baby cheeks n teeth n skulls crush underfoot
mashed in gnarly steel n bone sculptures.
this bleeding road to surreal democracies.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
castout freekscore rhymes
from here, in that scorched concrete face,
we sent leftist diagnoses; beat thick bookie skull training.
i always love my lovers like the wind. we bless.
god speaks in ministry of sonik overhauls. baked trolleys in the perth sun.
my bart simpson cradle cap. collated like stormtroopers on big acid tiles.
we all sell stolen parts. pretend like capital ignorance.
thin/fat lips eat my screamin hips. we bent her backwards in teams of poets.
we cruise like uranium fuck. i missed the slow strikes; all stroked like egos.
give me headjobs, they invariably chanted like no-war children.
we gave our bleeding sluts to the lord and bailed fast.
i only send these tricks for apathetic signals - peaking at her corporate soul.
we sweat six drips and creep up the selfish inner thigh.
we all dream of sub-rape. all softy-skin vs hard-skool velvet lengths.
her hair like wet paddocks. these trees bloated like chinese limbs.
##################
lean street justice - string fragments circa3003
OUR NEW GOD SAYS:
hope speed crick necks breech fish this twist.
then lift this big face wide lace sun-burn thigh-school bent.
scales: we drift cliffs dip shit crystal maps n beans in coy mist
never keep mirror-link tribal treats inside creeks or cheeks
SEARCH DEEPER BIBLES DEEPER:
miss this blitz tricks piss the witch broods wild
please mean free scene get gleaned screens of the lean team
dont buy his thick chat n logo crap n sewerage flats n reeds n chimes
cry there croon these red and yellow ballons; goat's milk.
or trees or trees or trees; or cradles bough; trees like monarchs
or dirty-realist text endings. basal fast nu-jazz treacle.
or trees or trees. or anal sex with god.
NOW IS NEVER THEN: SAYS THE LORD
keep even loudness low: youth stretches into queer logic n corporate fun.
here: and vents eat this radical prime new process; millenia ediface.
sometimes when i die, we read (your poetic-brochures for trailers}
more polemic poem-aims depletive - these political word-slagheaps
LET HIM INTO YOUR YEAHs:
like like like like like grown-ups
these beatles up my shit-faced heart; my busted muso-driver cranes
my soul is in r shopping-body; even god is made from clocks.
repeat flavoursome rants/deeds of nesting:
web and/or character development workshops in carts.
KEEP YOU DANCIN WITH SPECIAL JESUS
im pretty sure i'm reading this elvis novel card
far too much porn-narratives now gain entry; sodomy and god.
not into bellowed plumes ov themselves
but i pray to this sunday street men:
hope if u want to; one day, somehow, we will join new skins
not mere wordbreath or lustful habits n gowns n frocks n stops.
the LORD hath said: BAREBACK, HE COMES IN ME
our solo/solid minds in sheets of beaches; printed proud like this rod.
big ones always deflate slowly in salinity-belt remedy. this city
of misreadings and desperate hardcore flowers - leaning buildings her only refuge.
here we are now: please our bags like vibrations and fake-jesus faces.
we steal smokes - still sit in huddled bubbles.
------=---------=---------=--------
corporate dreams exhale
like inverted snatches; covert hill conversations
his logo sun feels her lips; sweet drip on/in him;
her sonic swings low.
this heavy finger pushes deeper - moans light in open sources.
we yell now at those wishlist deities thru yogic windows,
hope for new kundalini timeslots - their own prime cuts
we send skins downloaded into each thigh dance.
beats harder than grey coastal-heat lingers here
that broadband zephyr licks her grinning faces;
black desert wind laps into all holes:
never quite filled him still.
next stop still hurts, we replied in anguish.
lush bent n felt-tipped jams.
his insatiable brick mind now a summer ambulance craze.
this mobile coffee dust never eats her face;
lest we forget possible beaches; empty house dreams;
and supple addictions to hi-maintenance monarchs.
""""""""""""""""""
antipoetFEB03
allanboyd@optusnet.com.au
31 December 2002
[MORE antipoet shit nov/dec02]
allanboyd@optusnet.com.au
<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>
kratertech:factionB
1. praise be to the avante guerillas
all note-based orange blocs
c/hoax[k]ing faster scales - in the psuedo-now.
when dissident removal dissolves redundant forms,
them jumbo-sized modes outdate pure black music.
rectified defoliated dislocated and funk-skool dead.
this yesterday was so last year. shoes grow quick logos here.
events like trees rot on factory treadmill hell.
lap-topped in shiny dignity: the fresh breeds nothing more than new ideas.
those rock solid pig-swill defecated our shallow faces
we bled hairy, sanitary logic - incorporated this mind-swell farcity.
we ate plastic shards; predicted burger deaths; spoke in nanosecond bytes.
denied dna foldout cards to love; inspected each others weapons.
get in the ring motherfuckers coz the active is revolting
and the revolting has reacted. repent now.
2. but his holes understand.
gaping, they burned up wounds hard in disko balls
- hanging out faster than candid lard.
growing older by the nanosecond,
you feel crunchin healed skins in studded stairwells.
even likenesses - all naked n plastic. my mannequin avoided scars.
we ate thick brown country acid tiles: penile standards do not scare her.
his commonsense, transformed, shifts here;
kills all positive suburbane agendas:
starting crazy like a poncho - we're all mexican in distress;
our signals break her magic records. we never challenged the walls.
curled fists raised slowly at passing train - from gut to palm.
they carve universes up in buckets, sluts of tendon greed.
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
line one: nu skool jesus/is not a canvas [shift/delete]
he says:
baited firm, we ride,
carmen re-mixed.
respect to da boom that mass fondue fillip
these thick tennis faced rambos - all beloved n guilty,
my eyes stole reds from ramadan boozers - desert vulvas in key.
this quirtual battle-scarred robot skool adventures - roundhouse backflips.
them tolstoy cracks: : : more clicks than the avalanchers: geezer kontrol.
then we tote guns like hands; feet-dreams like tampon bargain-bin madness.
sold 100 dollar speedbags meth'ed up bent fast in pervasive brown;
my insert card for jesus - bowling klubbed n tweaked n sk8fuct.
but for this canberra-faced rampart bolted-on n free;
this cannon-ball rent-day farce-backed groove.
we bought the large-serve bucket of revolutive trends:
my own pirated radios n trees; caviar n fucking-schoolboy ranterz.
my tantrik salivation. all spitball n gravel. waiting for sky.
next trax spinifex [sex-games in stride]
tales of the seven woahs; saddle-sore n drippin.
but: tollboth branding goes all pop-giantism: olden side.
but: they write burgers in sand and we get all finland colourbond:
get now thee between rockgods till we breathe, [[s/h]th]e(y) "said".
fine, he said.
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
corporate letter to a goddess of shopping
DEAR KUSTOMERs
here we code-up for the masses - better fill bags to brims;
deny the cold fist of concrete-faces between pacts of neon-shopperz.
HUGE SALE ON
today your office walls crumbled sweet in transient meaning;
secreted well in shop-bodies of yearning - speak red panty volumes.
realises now: desire her huge dedication to the corporation.
them shiny plastic logos wish pleasure to all her arses
- my tongue in her cheek
NEW PRODUCT LINE
in sweat-shop silence s/he waits for the gaps in breezes
but always writes blue popsongs in my lollypop sherbert.
her korporate kiss reaches me fast n frantic suburban beets.
clear smiles wrap faces - eating her succinct pastry; her icing sugar rant.
we imagine each sunny stare; accept her poetic liquid.
i lose sight sometimes of the business; holier-than-thou lawnscapes.
EXTRA DISCONTINUED LINE
i wait here for waves of vanilla essence:
please please hide my souls - say signs scrawled in bricks.
disguise my crushed beach dreams in thick hard stanzas/slogans
my revolution culpable to the pulses across a thousand bytes.
FREE WRAPPING
this we must: wrap each corporate kiss in frames of werdbliss;
synchronise watches; snatches in time perhaps golden handshakes.
collect our pains in bags for sometime after these journeys,
there are many years in these lives yet, he says, glints in black suns.
BUY NOW
but sometimes he conjures those post-apologetic [car]park scenarios
narratives without blind fear of killing lives yet lived;
civic dreams produce tills. but let me wait in lustful poetik silences.
these are more tender than open-source op-shop software.
BONUS GIFT
one day we must subjugate to the mass bargain frenzy - or lose all hope.
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
testopioptic v2
but now each we breathe her sweet forms
like neo-terrorism eats compassions
his stoic wish to breed new tribes in her perfect body,
free from hate n accusation rewarded
we peer in thick-skin veils of broken possiblilty
of beach-fuck fantasies; park-shaped cones;
their secrets unspread like words on her back.
their towels of wish-werds bring sacred showers: hoping for skin;
streets played upon in waterbomb madnesses:
elusive to the real drama - our conflict promises.
let me treat yr souls like holes - if times rewinded thru pauses
let me beat yr tears back in droves - if rendered in later stages
but we can wait; build this forgotten fenceline - this weak closure
these imaginary kisses; one day her/his skin mesh in white heat lust.
all cyclonic machinations heal with us. one day, they said.
dry heat and dragonfly dust remain. miss the mark by states denied
and resource management files lost in time; time; time;
i wish her body in mine as if distance were a novelty
and reality insanity.
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
diggers resistor pak [deeper shades lost]
stoppress/FREEPAINTMATCH
he decides these quaint reasonings: wonders forth in her territorial scent;
writes holes-filled metaphoric resistance - press formulaic culture
selektas.
these monsters seek triple-bypass: meanings in poet rockgod pockets;
fragments let us eat cupcake - stolen crumbs in sheetmetal grey.
nooneisillegal/MORECOLOUR
because my breath is thick with mango; passionfruit whims and beer vomit,
she collects my vulgar-self on shelf-racket apparatus. my shower addiction.
writes massive lust-buckets - trashed in a thousand fremantle doctors.
in/OUT
these notes: sub/urbane uber-development program liposuction team.
werds: they wish my narratives became primetime slush-funds and frames
frolic/HARDWARE
in pre-pollution days we incinerated over-supply n plastic melted cold
skies.
time breaks critics. friends - seek always more meaning than u know.
godisgay/PAYHERE
we desire explicit closure in our peelin stanzas; more onion-tear
revelations
will swallow mouthfuls of cultural forests/fortress of kool sprockets, man.
oldskool/DOOR
merge my traffic, sprout wings in swollen circular hands: turn; watch; seek;
soul/flesh: [insert anthropomorphic phrase into crates of glass face/s]
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
kandahar blues
1.march: rendered black moments
we based bloated crack in kandahar. relish in thyme.
reaped bollock-pills in brine - these tryptech holidays.
my mind is a savage grill: all mussels n streetkred.
she bolts my compassive wrenches, licks this swollen shaft.
bent-up ideologues in tremblin baton blues.
my sacred blood engorges: challenging yr hard mouth.
she smiles like drill n bass: wanton fuckscapes.
we wait in code. strong-willed n restless.
2.static may/april/september
i found my stabs in zips n bellowed noise at the pale-faces:
them students of the clone-skool/old-skool socialist manifetsto.
3.six types of november hail
i died three days into their fasting - my selfish nirvanas
lay one each way in the fourth stanza. bails off we
beet my tight skinned n lipped dronish flab - nun-like.
4. current december tracks
they chanted no fucking borders or locks or fences or walls
dissolved all property and lied about the trees
spent hard-earned dole-moneys on pens n busfares
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
quiet loud frognest bong [ash]
them hard-manga bitches get tighter
stereo-relay system sisters
go all apple-shaped finger-puppet gods.
she never denies big freaks coz that fantasy deline/ates;
conserves french resistance - late than better or never.
friendz get grabs on mainline rogue: deTOXOLOGY reporters said
i cant believe its not elvis - or truncated pools
without hydrogen we lack structure; quality and deREGULATOR switch
off/oncology - streetwest n frayed, she says.
launched our third wave; waited for blood stained freedoms.
...................
antipoet02dec
allanboyd@optusnet.com.au
allanboyd@optusnet.com.au
<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>
kratertech:factionB
1. praise be to the avante guerillas
all note-based orange blocs
c/hoax[k]ing faster scales - in the psuedo-now.
when dissident removal dissolves redundant forms,
them jumbo-sized modes outdate pure black music.
rectified defoliated dislocated and funk-skool dead.
this yesterday was so last year. shoes grow quick logos here.
events like trees rot on factory treadmill hell.
lap-topped in shiny dignity: the fresh breeds nothing more than new ideas.
those rock solid pig-swill defecated our shallow faces
we bled hairy, sanitary logic - incorporated this mind-swell farcity.
we ate plastic shards; predicted burger deaths; spoke in nanosecond bytes.
denied dna foldout cards to love; inspected each others weapons.
get in the ring motherfuckers coz the active is revolting
and the revolting has reacted. repent now.
2. but his holes understand.
gaping, they burned up wounds hard in disko balls
- hanging out faster than candid lard.
growing older by the nanosecond,
you feel crunchin healed skins in studded stairwells.
even likenesses - all naked n plastic. my mannequin avoided scars.
we ate thick brown country acid tiles: penile standards do not scare her.
his commonsense, transformed, shifts here;
kills all positive suburbane agendas:
starting crazy like a poncho - we're all mexican in distress;
our signals break her magic records. we never challenged the walls.
curled fists raised slowly at passing train - from gut to palm.
they carve universes up in buckets, sluts of tendon greed.
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
line one: nu skool jesus/is not a canvas [shift/delete]
he says:
baited firm, we ride,
carmen re-mixed.
respect to da boom that mass fondue fillip
these thick tennis faced rambos - all beloved n guilty,
my eyes stole reds from ramadan boozers - desert vulvas in key.
this quirtual battle-scarred robot skool adventures - roundhouse backflips.
them tolstoy cracks: : : more clicks than the avalanchers: geezer kontrol.
then we tote guns like hands; feet-dreams like tampon bargain-bin madness.
sold 100 dollar speedbags meth'ed up bent fast in pervasive brown;
my insert card for jesus - bowling klubbed n tweaked n sk8fuct.
but for this canberra-faced rampart bolted-on n free;
this cannon-ball rent-day farce-backed groove.
we bought the large-serve bucket of revolutive trends:
my own pirated radios n trees; caviar n fucking-schoolboy ranterz.
my tantrik salivation. all spitball n gravel. waiting for sky.
next trax spinifex [sex-games in stride]
tales of the seven woahs; saddle-sore n drippin.
but: tollboth branding goes all pop-giantism: olden side.
but: they write burgers in sand and we get all finland colourbond:
get now thee between rockgods till we breathe, [[s/h]th]e(y) "said".
fine, he said.
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
corporate letter to a goddess of shopping
DEAR KUSTOMERs
here we code-up for the masses - better fill bags to brims;
deny the cold fist of concrete-faces between pacts of neon-shopperz.
HUGE SALE ON
today your office walls crumbled sweet in transient meaning;
secreted well in shop-bodies of yearning - speak red panty volumes.
realises now: desire her huge dedication to the corporation.
them shiny plastic logos wish pleasure to all her arses
- my tongue in her cheek
NEW PRODUCT LINE
in sweat-shop silence s/he waits for the gaps in breezes
but always writes blue popsongs in my lollypop sherbert.
her korporate kiss reaches me fast n frantic suburban beets.
clear smiles wrap faces - eating her succinct pastry; her icing sugar rant.
we imagine each sunny stare; accept her poetic liquid.
i lose sight sometimes of the business; holier-than-thou lawnscapes.
EXTRA DISCONTINUED LINE
i wait here for waves of vanilla essence:
please please hide my souls - say signs scrawled in bricks.
disguise my crushed beach dreams in thick hard stanzas/slogans
my revolution culpable to the pulses across a thousand bytes.
FREE WRAPPING
this we must: wrap each corporate kiss in frames of werdbliss;
synchronise watches; snatches in time perhaps golden handshakes.
collect our pains in bags for sometime after these journeys,
there are many years in these lives yet, he says, glints in black suns.
BUY NOW
but sometimes he conjures those post-apologetic [car]park scenarios
narratives without blind fear of killing lives yet lived;
civic dreams produce tills. but let me wait in lustful poetik silences.
these are more tender than open-source op-shop software.
BONUS GIFT
one day we must subjugate to the mass bargain frenzy - or lose all hope.
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
testopioptic v2
but now each we breathe her sweet forms
like neo-terrorism eats compassions
his stoic wish to breed new tribes in her perfect body,
free from hate n accusation rewarded
we peer in thick-skin veils of broken possiblilty
of beach-fuck fantasies; park-shaped cones;
their secrets unspread like words on her back.
their towels of wish-werds bring sacred showers: hoping for skin;
streets played upon in waterbomb madnesses:
elusive to the real drama - our conflict promises.
let me treat yr souls like holes - if times rewinded thru pauses
let me beat yr tears back in droves - if rendered in later stages
but we can wait; build this forgotten fenceline - this weak closure
these imaginary kisses; one day her/his skin mesh in white heat lust.
all cyclonic machinations heal with us. one day, they said.
dry heat and dragonfly dust remain. miss the mark by states denied
and resource management files lost in time; time; time;
i wish her body in mine as if distance were a novelty
and reality insanity.
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
diggers resistor pak [deeper shades lost]
stoppress/FREEPAINTMATCH
he decides these quaint reasonings: wonders forth in her territorial scent;
writes holes-filled metaphoric resistance - press formulaic culture
selektas.
these monsters seek triple-bypass: meanings in poet rockgod pockets;
fragments let us eat cupcake - stolen crumbs in sheetmetal grey.
nooneisillegal/MORECOLOUR
because my breath is thick with mango; passionfruit whims and beer vomit,
she collects my vulgar-self on shelf-racket apparatus. my shower addiction.
writes massive lust-buckets - trashed in a thousand fremantle doctors.
in/OUT
these notes: sub/urbane uber-development program liposuction team.
werds: they wish my narratives became primetime slush-funds and frames
frolic/HARDWARE
in pre-pollution days we incinerated over-supply n plastic melted cold
skies.
time breaks critics. friends - seek always more meaning than u know.
godisgay/PAYHERE
we desire explicit closure in our peelin stanzas; more onion-tear
revelations
will swallow mouthfuls of cultural forests/fortress of kool sprockets, man.
oldskool/DOOR
merge my traffic, sprout wings in swollen circular hands: turn; watch; seek;
soul/flesh: [insert anthropomorphic phrase into crates of glass face/s]
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
kandahar blues
1.march: rendered black moments
we based bloated crack in kandahar. relish in thyme.
reaped bollock-pills in brine - these tryptech holidays.
my mind is a savage grill: all mussels n streetkred.
she bolts my compassive wrenches, licks this swollen shaft.
bent-up ideologues in tremblin baton blues.
my sacred blood engorges: challenging yr hard mouth.
she smiles like drill n bass: wanton fuckscapes.
we wait in code. strong-willed n restless.
2.static may/april/september
i found my stabs in zips n bellowed noise at the pale-faces:
them students of the clone-skool/old-skool socialist manifetsto.
3.six types of november hail
i died three days into their fasting - my selfish nirvanas
lay one each way in the fourth stanza. bails off we
beet my tight skinned n lipped dronish flab - nun-like.
4. current december tracks
they chanted no fucking borders or locks or fences or walls
dissolved all property and lied about the trees
spent hard-earned dole-moneys on pens n busfares
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
quiet loud frognest bong [ash]
them hard-manga bitches get tighter
stereo-relay system sisters
go all apple-shaped finger-puppet gods.
she never denies big freaks coz that fantasy deline/ates;
conserves french resistance - late than better or never.
friendz get grabs on mainline rogue: deTOXOLOGY reporters said
i cant believe its not elvis - or truncated pools
without hydrogen we lack structure; quality and deREGULATOR switch
off/oncology - streetwest n frayed, she says.
launched our third wave; waited for blood stained freedoms.
...................
antipoet02dec
allanboyd@optusnet.com.au
07 November 2002
some of my anti-poetry from the bullshitart egroup - writers from tina02 - newcastle.nsw.au
go here: www.thisisnotart.org
read more: www.bullshitart.blogspot.com
u can contact me: allanboyd@bigpond.com
................
always vote for new world apathy
why good drones yell no alternatives; ezy conformity in this apathetik mindset.
never seek clear shift; deep swallow mono-core surface; cancerous existence;
they eat coins, blades of north korean grass: yr brickfaced expression feeds none.
yr rancid flesh kills her soul. takes it hard n blind in corners. says, beat the poor.
all swollen hands to the machine-corp robots. wasted to the rotten core.
shopping with yr nova jesus crown. never shout yr global vs local greed;
yr bend over tactik. yr salivating burger fingers; always drool at perfect skinned illusions.
this trolley overflowin with all-colours sharp n dollar flavoured lipid fat shit.
tolerate the thick hard rod. we crush chidren with policy; incarcerate the victims
of socio-economic white-bread democracy: failure. of un-represent.
and these beautiful lawns heal poverty; cancel money-fuck humanities.
see these babies drown in elaborate sprinkler solutions: pacific redundances
unable to deal compassion; feelings; respect. love and you.
.........
symbiotic poker grease
weeks down the track they spill faggots from utterance. spend hard.
they ate barrels of stacked rhymes. angry-horsed franchise in cleo-core sales.
took months to score bad speed dreams. shake off this instant suburban grit.
i spent the best five minutes of soap in porn-star fragments. fast-track sprinkler.
we wake/come in each others lunchtime guns. bold at god's house. neon growler.
so cold at pregnant caramel streams. then godot got on buses, drifts eager.
writing poems about sexy grams; toasters n yoyo brand greencorps.
breakbeat rollerdoors ogled in transit. mince-scapes n kite-dreams n corkboard drama.
they tore organs n slept all week. waitin for the cream bomb. oncology is my religion.
.................
[bullshitart] neostalin bibleshop demorapist v0.1a
sometimes we forge childlike into crucial blind fences,
loud banners locked up blonde on red distractions.
temp slogans for the corporate drones. bots for banks.
hidden filth in dole-like kitchen stanzas: white-hot blue killer strides,
severed fat fingers; gulfed out on teenage kitten pulp.
septic cluster bombs wrecked-up in channels of blood-lust islands
i gave up sex n death for jesus-chips. we ate hard desert folicles.
those random daisy-cutter children bash flags. rendered black gods n faithless.
we ate money shaped like democracy shells. representing charcoal bitches.
sometimes its wet stripes n stars n blood n fear in her pleading.
like bushes of standard death; bolt-on tears n suicide machines for god.
we lack teeth some days and pound out regret; towers of none.
wept in human cushions n bodybag breezes. wipe here. collapse.
the taste of baby meat is never strong. he is never really content.
less oil becomes cruder by the nanosecond. coming. now. fold-in.
;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
[bullshitart] galviniser: fleet-style
they strode rich-beats in violent redline streaks - rockgods in brine.
left it bold for chablis n coconuts n channeling n christ sneezes;
breathing hot loose disco-slices - tossed-off brittle car-parts for bacon bones.
without tv now; she chased fortunate sheep til spring came in her face.
on her back, we ate hip-hop in mass doses of crazed film school hipppies;
i left several franchises in total freedom; wary of bali tanks. cheque-book art.
cold-hard slashes on robot skin: this homeboy gave bloodspot typos.
at school we spelt thousands wrong. then eat my in-house jesus cock slow.
i robbed em. we sleep in brackets. losing each second inside her.
------------------------------
[antipoet-remix] [bullshitart/kelly-lee]
brush under weavin, clouds of bi-polar mass;
feel this easy line of view. faceless-picture walls;
swallowin warhols like mangoes - magnets here;
like your eyes, half inflated drool-scapes;
cask-wine and floor-poetry puddles of her hair.
layin time like self esteem; like cunt-carpets
bleedin my lonley circle-hands
bare rush holds; this head-on anti-emotion
overtake my touch; your knotted skins within my back.
when I ran my fingers thru yr dizzyness,
harder ground beneath made fallin easier
kind pays kindness nothin ceases to exist.
'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
[antipoet-remix] [bullshitart [with sleep filled eyes - miss megan]]
wakin up a different bed - so over town now.
linen-homes change swift; sneaks out bluelight suburbs;
perpetual wake in solid side-door slide-hum.
those streets begin navigating ways, poor styles credibility.
drift choices go far here in town. this sex-addiction calms rubbish.
they try to feel somewhere; remembin time is perpetually late.
but bruised hair kills: hard sun breaks beat directions.
all those sub-early joggers glance/squint curious.
never upset first time rushes for her love of mammals.
neck tousled in twisters. know it won't last into carjack frenzy.
she gets deeper, lust in drinkin crawls; breathe his nectars.
we read slogans on labels n die slow.
she fucks the best parts of these years
allanboyd[antipoet2002]
go here: www.thisisnotart.org
read more: www.bullshitart.blogspot.com
u can contact me: allanboyd@bigpond.com
................
always vote for new world apathy
why good drones yell no alternatives; ezy conformity in this apathetik mindset.
never seek clear shift; deep swallow mono-core surface; cancerous existence;
they eat coins, blades of north korean grass: yr brickfaced expression feeds none.
yr rancid flesh kills her soul. takes it hard n blind in corners. says, beat the poor.
all swollen hands to the machine-corp robots. wasted to the rotten core.
shopping with yr nova jesus crown. never shout yr global vs local greed;
yr bend over tactik. yr salivating burger fingers; always drool at perfect skinned illusions.
this trolley overflowin with all-colours sharp n dollar flavoured lipid fat shit.
tolerate the thick hard rod. we crush chidren with policy; incarcerate the victims
of socio-economic white-bread democracy: failure. of un-represent.
and these beautiful lawns heal poverty; cancel money-fuck humanities.
see these babies drown in elaborate sprinkler solutions: pacific redundances
unable to deal compassion; feelings; respect. love and you.
.........
symbiotic poker grease
weeks down the track they spill faggots from utterance. spend hard.
they ate barrels of stacked rhymes. angry-horsed franchise in cleo-core sales.
took months to score bad speed dreams. shake off this instant suburban grit.
i spent the best five minutes of soap in porn-star fragments. fast-track sprinkler.
we wake/come in each others lunchtime guns. bold at god's house. neon growler.
so cold at pregnant caramel streams. then godot got on buses, drifts eager.
writing poems about sexy grams; toasters n yoyo brand greencorps.
breakbeat rollerdoors ogled in transit. mince-scapes n kite-dreams n corkboard drama.
they tore organs n slept all week. waitin for the cream bomb. oncology is my religion.
.................
[bullshitart] neostalin bibleshop demorapist v0.1a
sometimes we forge childlike into crucial blind fences,
loud banners locked up blonde on red distractions.
temp slogans for the corporate drones. bots for banks.
hidden filth in dole-like kitchen stanzas: white-hot blue killer strides,
severed fat fingers; gulfed out on teenage kitten pulp.
septic cluster bombs wrecked-up in channels of blood-lust islands
i gave up sex n death for jesus-chips. we ate hard desert folicles.
those random daisy-cutter children bash flags. rendered black gods n faithless.
we ate money shaped like democracy shells. representing charcoal bitches.
sometimes its wet stripes n stars n blood n fear in her pleading.
like bushes of standard death; bolt-on tears n suicide machines for god.
we lack teeth some days and pound out regret; towers of none.
wept in human cushions n bodybag breezes. wipe here. collapse.
the taste of baby meat is never strong. he is never really content.
less oil becomes cruder by the nanosecond. coming. now. fold-in.
;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
[bullshitart] galviniser: fleet-style
they strode rich-beats in violent redline streaks - rockgods in brine.
left it bold for chablis n coconuts n channeling n christ sneezes;
breathing hot loose disco-slices - tossed-off brittle car-parts for bacon bones.
without tv now; she chased fortunate sheep til spring came in her face.
on her back, we ate hip-hop in mass doses of crazed film school hipppies;
i left several franchises in total freedom; wary of bali tanks. cheque-book art.
cold-hard slashes on robot skin: this homeboy gave bloodspot typos.
at school we spelt thousands wrong. then eat my in-house jesus cock slow.
i robbed em. we sleep in brackets. losing each second inside her.
------------------------------
[antipoet-remix] [bullshitart/kelly-lee]
brush under weavin, clouds of bi-polar mass;
feel this easy line of view. faceless-picture walls;
swallowin warhols like mangoes - magnets here;
like your eyes, half inflated drool-scapes;
cask-wine and floor-poetry puddles of her hair.
layin time like self esteem; like cunt-carpets
bleedin my lonley circle-hands
bare rush holds; this head-on anti-emotion
overtake my touch; your knotted skins within my back.
when I ran my fingers thru yr dizzyness,
harder ground beneath made fallin easier
kind pays kindness nothin ceases to exist.
'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
[antipoet-remix] [bullshitart [with sleep filled eyes - miss megan]]
wakin up a different bed - so over town now.
linen-homes change swift; sneaks out bluelight suburbs;
perpetual wake in solid side-door slide-hum.
those streets begin navigating ways, poor styles credibility.
drift choices go far here in town. this sex-addiction calms rubbish.
they try to feel somewhere; remembin time is perpetually late.
but bruised hair kills: hard sun breaks beat directions.
all those sub-early joggers glance/squint curious.
never upset first time rushes for her love of mammals.
neck tousled in twisters. know it won't last into carjack frenzy.
she gets deeper, lust in drinkin crawls; breathe his nectars.
we read slogans on labels n die slow.
she fucks the best parts of these years
allanboyd[antipoet2002]
13 October 2002
hey, he said
r u in this room?
is there another plane, or is channelling illegal agin.
we slept in perfect circles and ate burns.
we smile polite and steal matrix-salads.
there is soup in poppy seeds, green tea and crimestopper cards.
collect all six.
this is the silent break-festive canned anger.
///
halt neo nazi stickerz
bolt on bullet belts.
neither kansas is our separate godhead.
release. forest micro-sites ready.
are u in the pseudo-house.
rebels make cute waves; guns have ears.
territory is piss-stained robot parts.
this suburb is herbal genius.
i respect all forms of concrete here.
insular for ever. dandy swearing times. rally up.
///
hey cuntry!
season complete.
another quarter million seedlings in. heeled. waltzed.
enter new tarmac dimension...
location breath. pastel swell. misty melt rainbows.
management deleted new sounds.
select red button. overdrive. run.
rank high. sustatik. ON. electro. collaborate them in groves.
bozo switch. pablo/tokyo. some hairstyle bender.
launch soon. rumble. sonar belts.
werds mean far less here.
benchmarks remote speaker...
always welcome.
///
WELCOME TO THE COLONIC.
from the reclusive trees, he spoke in stringed circles.
enter/return/delete. reluctant to steal samples. wearing all-denim stripes.
they all burnt white in showbag retro. these neo-funk emotives. vocal distortion.
bust. create the newest redundant noise. here. now. be.
///
.......
parallel salinty: bleak frenzy
they waited in huddled masses against the smog
we wept in shiny-skin teams: sixteen deep.
they purchase many colours in here - solo strings, cool hair bribers.
we waste away like sober merchants on sick-mate windows.
i dream only in sebadoh riffs.
on waves we ask in bashed petitions for scrambla.
gutterville splendour roots of tunes, direct-art energy-pills.
still clenching halogen, smitten by raw cause.
these indie-kid stylists leave builings. post-empty houses.
this week we delineate breakbeat-loop ideology with truncheons of pop.
bent hollow. mission brown selekta. boogie one oh one.
synthesis tools/house braids of chocolate cameras.
render mother-ship, all 240bpm grandeur.
radios on full... event whores never breathe silence.
here we sleep in crstal habit. burn hard, they statelined.
///
semikids
barrels of sonic fuck broke her fall,
she swept bolts of fat sweeps in sync.
we all bled wet slices of skin and trees.
fancy sets of orgiastic anal vomit, they cried in unison - bark.
all fall down, they said, we're not content,
or bozo suits...
so baby
///
t-shirt slogans for eyes, she says:
east freaks. razorwire and lentils make big air drops.
and patriarchy is secret mens business - anal sex with homo-charts.
big city boys twisted in neon sandwich-bar white fuck.
render touchy feely backstab, yr football sex-clubs.
we give racists tattoos in the house; in the house. big it in the house.
they complain in hall-monitor stealth, that capitalism is a toilet-bag with wheels.
that robbery is bad crystal. that remedy is detention. that culture is a white slut.
our solo chambers of vinyl clitoris keep assets in rags.
white striped botox dreams. those kids need massage banks.
and trees became cyber sex. righto mate dandruff control.
we marched in redneck packs, shopping in skirts/midriff belly;
grown exclusively under lights. backyard asylum seekers for tea.
we smoke hydro smack in full colour bliss. and dream brand new utopias.
we complain about fences on horses. teak-oil crack. wet beer goggles.
white men and muslims eat babies. this we know.
ask a politician for stuff. they have various yellow compassions.
coz democracy is far too white for cowboys.
[]:antipoet:[]
werds. misinformed and riled rabid.
serious axes grind well-trod beef.
art is dead. commodied in pan-flashin fast boxes.
like rock-apes we slid east in scratchplate collage monologue bile.
we draw these red/pink lines in webcam dust.
sticks like static to brim in clean. cop-shop licker.
they test bombs in my sheds. lean nasty phrases.
and softwear. sanity and treasure always bite yr product.
but they all bleed in packs on steps n stages.
forget clandestine robot misleaders; anal bitch-loops n circuit.
queen's severed headjobs. till art came in wads.
and the haze-halogen faux-city-of-blues-apathy strikes deep.
our short white arms flailin'. cuts to credits.
fascist whingers club
hooked on sheep and micro-capitalism.
all those jesus penises do shrivel in time; waxy to the core.
we smile in blankets of words. suburbs get monopoly money for cancer.
razor-wired and confident on the correct side.
this duco is tainted one day; this box; these knobs; those trees.
some boil hard at direct action. we waved flags like pilots.
lethargic in bent apathy. and got the cash - warm, soft.
we put lights in drawers and wasted mahogany trips.
denying dreadlocked compassion;
art-school dribblers in propella hat goodness.
lookin for meaning in ergonomic cyberjobs. lost in bitchumen diatribe.
some say: we all fall down in piles of spent werds. they sip nice beer.
nothing was ever realm, they said. poking the poet's cold flesh.
we wank in teams and laugh nervous - shrill popes in glass boxes.
my karaoke brain spits bits. products for slots.
and these fishes get bread. we burn large. eat bags.
and die fast here in america, exchangin corporate shell glances.
hopin to connect without fear of borders.
r u in this room?
is there another plane, or is channelling illegal agin.
we slept in perfect circles and ate burns.
we smile polite and steal matrix-salads.
there is soup in poppy seeds, green tea and crimestopper cards.
collect all six.
this is the silent break-festive canned anger.
///
halt neo nazi stickerz
bolt on bullet belts.
neither kansas is our separate godhead.
release. forest micro-sites ready.
are u in the pseudo-house.
rebels make cute waves; guns have ears.
territory is piss-stained robot parts.
this suburb is herbal genius.
i respect all forms of concrete here.
insular for ever. dandy swearing times. rally up.
///
hey cuntry!
season complete.
another quarter million seedlings in. heeled. waltzed.
enter new tarmac dimension...
location breath. pastel swell. misty melt rainbows.
management deleted new sounds.
select red button. overdrive. run.
rank high. sustatik. ON. electro. collaborate them in groves.
bozo switch. pablo/tokyo. some hairstyle bender.
launch soon. rumble. sonar belts.
werds mean far less here.
benchmarks remote speaker...
always welcome.
///
WELCOME TO THE COLONIC.
from the reclusive trees, he spoke in stringed circles.
enter/return/delete. reluctant to steal samples. wearing all-denim stripes.
they all burnt white in showbag retro. these neo-funk emotives. vocal distortion.
bust. create the newest redundant noise. here. now. be.
///
.......
parallel salinty: bleak frenzy
they waited in huddled masses against the smog
we wept in shiny-skin teams: sixteen deep.
they purchase many colours in here - solo strings, cool hair bribers.
we waste away like sober merchants on sick-mate windows.
i dream only in sebadoh riffs.
on waves we ask in bashed petitions for scrambla.
gutterville splendour roots of tunes, direct-art energy-pills.
still clenching halogen, smitten by raw cause.
these indie-kid stylists leave builings. post-empty houses.
this week we delineate breakbeat-loop ideology with truncheons of pop.
bent hollow. mission brown selekta. boogie one oh one.
synthesis tools/house braids of chocolate cameras.
render mother-ship, all 240bpm grandeur.
radios on full... event whores never breathe silence.
here we sleep in crstal habit. burn hard, they statelined.
///
semikids
barrels of sonic fuck broke her fall,
she swept bolts of fat sweeps in sync.
we all bled wet slices of skin and trees.
fancy sets of orgiastic anal vomit, they cried in unison - bark.
all fall down, they said, we're not content,
or bozo suits...
so baby
///
t-shirt slogans for eyes, she says:
east freaks. razorwire and lentils make big air drops.
and patriarchy is secret mens business - anal sex with homo-charts.
big city boys twisted in neon sandwich-bar white fuck.
render touchy feely backstab, yr football sex-clubs.
we give racists tattoos in the house; in the house. big it in the house.
they complain in hall-monitor stealth, that capitalism is a toilet-bag with wheels.
that robbery is bad crystal. that remedy is detention. that culture is a white slut.
our solo chambers of vinyl clitoris keep assets in rags.
white striped botox dreams. those kids need massage banks.
and trees became cyber sex. righto mate dandruff control.
we marched in redneck packs, shopping in skirts/midriff belly;
grown exclusively under lights. backyard asylum seekers for tea.
we smoke hydro smack in full colour bliss. and dream brand new utopias.
we complain about fences on horses. teak-oil crack. wet beer goggles.
white men and muslims eat babies. this we know.
ask a politician for stuff. they have various yellow compassions.
coz democracy is far too white for cowboys.
[]:antipoet:[]
werds. misinformed and riled rabid.
serious axes grind well-trod beef.
art is dead. commodied in pan-flashin fast boxes.
like rock-apes we slid east in scratchplate collage monologue bile.
we draw these red/pink lines in webcam dust.
sticks like static to brim in clean. cop-shop licker.
they test bombs in my sheds. lean nasty phrases.
and softwear. sanity and treasure always bite yr product.
but they all bleed in packs on steps n stages.
forget clandestine robot misleaders; anal bitch-loops n circuit.
queen's severed headjobs. till art came in wads.
and the haze-halogen faux-city-of-blues-apathy strikes deep.
our short white arms flailin'. cuts to credits.
fascist whingers club
hooked on sheep and micro-capitalism.
all those jesus penises do shrivel in time; waxy to the core.
we smile in blankets of words. suburbs get monopoly money for cancer.
razor-wired and confident on the correct side.
this duco is tainted one day; this box; these knobs; those trees.
some boil hard at direct action. we waved flags like pilots.
lethargic in bent apathy. and got the cash - warm, soft.
we put lights in drawers and wasted mahogany trips.
denying dreadlocked compassion;
art-school dribblers in propella hat goodness.
lookin for meaning in ergonomic cyberjobs. lost in bitchumen diatribe.
some say: we all fall down in piles of spent werds. they sip nice beer.
nothing was ever realm, they said. poking the poet's cold flesh.
we wank in teams and laugh nervous - shrill popes in glass boxes.
my karaoke brain spits bits. products for slots.
and these fishes get bread. we burn large. eat bags.
and die fast here in america, exchangin corporate shell glances.
hopin to connect without fear of borders.
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