and what if a young boy just had enough
6 years old he saw a TV thing
that said this is the age of the self
your parents no longer feel a sense of duty
he quite reasonably buys the hour
of the hoot as the dawnwash
elevated he flows let me O god let me
garrotte this hollow
that in his hollow he dives
straight through into the schwa between
where the rats
such a thing such a thing
such a thin and awful thing
hi he says I'm new here
to a piratical fetch on a drippage
both of them squat where
watches below the slow
point he gets that he is the Buddha
he sees that work below him
flowers and new bread emanate
he p[onders] becomes intoxicated
he jumps
he enters the swim
years later
he wakes still there poised
what then he asks
what now
what
he curls back in
understanding the impossibility of everything
I will eat bananas then he says
I will eat biscuits
and gaze from on high
waving my uncut wand
playing with it gently
waxing it up
or I will slough gently into it all
either way
I think my cock just dropped off
anyway
maybe it's time to start
a riotous religion of reeling rats
all of whom now fall to their feet
Christ only knows
where they were before
this acrobatic stuff
aeroscape nude encounter
now you endless (I don't mean
just don't even bask
for again I'm fucked out with the full flood
squawks of
little miss skygod
hacking (to be honeytoed) all night
christ no
moresongs of love i hate love now just like you
me washing in on
the stupid blue beach
a big bird eye watching
over
repeat after me
such anthems of
stark /sorrow/ treelines
snow has gone bad
he wakes again with his gun
to the Buddha's head
everone in the building has a hardon
to see what come next
things slide now
into the cage
the Terror and not the Terror
"offer yourself to him" -- Withnail and I
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