cinquain

the pair
of them were wild
when they got together
dancing like hares in the purple
heather

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cinquain

her ass
carried Jesus
to the holy city
he used hers as it was just so
pretty

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vampires in self-help therapy

oh lordy

saw the next door neighbour a thin woman

made all overtures but she fixedly stared elsewhere

perhaps at some vision

of the Undead walking my doctor says you are a monster

by which she means me

you are unwholesome, she says

you will predate upon us regardless of the damage

you may do

yes I say thinking about it, I guess

but we are bad for each other

and have only humans as possible mates

so how about it? me and you, Doc?

I won't bite too hard and then

you will be cursed too

suddenly the clouds will seem nearer

the Sun brighter

the green more vivid

and the shades more intense

sex will improve

you will ache all day to get home

but the deep beneath will grow deeper

you will understand with a wolf-fervour

everything you look at

take this, she says, once a day

for three months

is it I ask a prescription for blood capsules?

no she says, take it anyway

we'll come back to this later

later indeed

me and her watch TV in bed sucking on little Arabian lollipops

both of us mad with desire for air and blood

stroking each other's furry legs and laughing

at the funny humans up there

thin neighbour strangely never etc

.

internetted by adipose

even to believe even to project

those flickers upon that wall

was fancy as the fine fancies

of French fancies that fairied

till their heads went so it has been

with us and our fay icing all

the spray and cloisters and weft

even there some organs lifted

as though the outset of film

and suddenly a great animal

that leapt into the room, then

cried, startlingly, no I am just

joking, well then so are we all

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great mouths that come at you and keep coming

the keyboard in its own desire that

shoves a new shape before the sitter

and sender the subject and pig

in acts of slow love the woman

puts the gun in the mouth of the sleeping man

collapsed by the memory foam bed

blows it off down his throat

out his ass through the bed

through the floor

through the head

of the old lady in the room downstairs

who doesn't miss a beat

lower still into the sack of shit

she been wanting to remove forever

but never has

petrol can in there explodes house burns down

etc screams, mostly silence

shit she didn't mean

but hey

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threeways at least in the sewers of philosophy

he's male, she says

so must be prurient

all night must have visions of women

fucking pigs being raped stripping whirling

opening themselves to the dead gynaecology

of dead males only knowing a dead love

dying themselves down in the arms

of that imagined dead goddess

who quacked through the bars

of their cots

without her, she says

he would die

yeah but

she says males need genetic modification by females

yeah but in everything you are

you been doing that for a million years

this is what you chose

this half-fledged warrior unsocialised and someways dead

yearning to come home

now so far away so unwelcome

.

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beard

grown a beard

looks way too weird

gonna get sheared

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three and sixteen odes to a forgotten entonox

unedited<333>fragment:have you yet come to kill me

...

filled with uncertain resentment/her demeanour

shifts to new obsession

world now world upon which

way-should-it-happen

to be true that in the heart

of spurted dankness we find only the disease

that this gas and liquid will kill you quicker

than God or what?you have to come now

I'm not he's down here somewhere.shades the best

that could be done.you'll be okay.each day the tendrils

the filaments grow

wings and limbs soon a monster a chimera.the old man

with pipes in the hospital bed rousing the whole ward

with his piping

this surely is what we are in for.incarceration its own

definition and desperate things scurrying deep

dying on TV in the final reality show

before some unspeaking breakfast in bed

now, Ibrahim, say nothing.it is near dawn

my love my love so silent and inedible

such cries now aghast in the upper air

while all night I have been unpacking

this, the same parrot

over and moreover

.

as suddenly an ironbird flew out

the day driving over those books maybe

those passes of wild smoke over the hills

these things were irreplaceable

when that man stepped out and we knocked him down

we entered first the negative always history

the feelings then of such bespoke cake

what now is the name of that house

but the new thing of hardship

only ever again a wandering wild thing

that came from the woods in flames

all down the hillside of Honister Pass we rejoiced

in the flames of games now our very clothes speaking

of your new obsessions one can say nothing

just the earthly endless bells of dead lead

which do not knell well

if at all

in the bridewell

.

on the pale wind of moving house

if it could be said if at all

that some Odd Men had come amongst the deer

one must venture that they had found their way there

and were now enamoured of the fleeting white bottoms

of this selfsame family of ungulates or perhaps

cone-eaters or fish-heads as the movement

of crates or plates in the Earth

there is a haunting thing here.boots stamp above.

at night one sits alone and hears boots on floorboards

where no boots etc. one considers it ill

but heeds to the greater silence that grows

outside and regardeth it not much

only, though, an owl with two heads

at the back of it all

an owl such an eek of a wild owl

tap he goes there or is it squirrel?

some creature beyond name

that would be in, in

fairy maybe, scrabbling up the wet wall

looking close for fractures and cold food

.

ruptures that just go on

well bless your piece of self-control

the dinosaur-mouthed wife with a bag says

to the anger that even now the wild fruit

a shapely thing as of disaster and romance

what huge clouds what an evening and thinning

stark island costs from the shop mind you

it never makes a sound

everyone wild as coots what just leapt

such things

between you and me what fancies of falling

all day the erstwhile gunshots

.

the discovery of many broken Victorian ornaments in a lake

the child strikes another child in the playground

the caretaker fetches a spanner and opens his head

the teacher is taken to discuss things

with a child psychologist

the sun zooms in

a goat leaps over the fence, runs wild butting

the boys on the basketball yard

suddenly squirrels stare down evilly

from surrounding trees

the bigger boys, some as old as eight

gather together, angry but resourceful

then in a huge wave they attack the squirrels

all over the playground boys kick squirrels

no one knows now what the Law says about any of this

some music.a half turn.a bust of an ancient local dignitary

at the last an aged master runs forth with a viola

smites the under-manager of the gauleiter

janitor inquisitor servitor breaks it into atoms but

atoms by def cannot the wild diet and song

the under-manager sees alternatives now

he gathers the boys, issues them with Glocks

the squirrels fall back in a skirmish line

throwing explosive cones

.

everything that couldn't be

a man in black clothes billows by the telegraph

tell me something

I don't know

deer out the window

eyes closing/there is a radio

that shuts and starts and starts

that brings messages from far-off Russia

saying you out there do you hear

are you dancing tonight westerners?

are you making love?

everything even the fridge has stopped

the night the cold the river

draw breath

as a single hedgehog steps into the garden

all of us poised like that

cracking slowly into the bushes

.

hounds of the fearful red spanics

her head is tourmaline maybe montelimar

her ass is a scaffolded oak tree covered in chains

her belly is all of Bellona and the rushing

the gods of ash gather here like downpours

are you stupid? white heat.mama.in this low rain

the king of Spain. it confuses everyone

the entire idea of transparent ashtrays. they are low

low.dirty things bang bang.the eleophant and ciastle.

so lucky so beautiful. that sliding slow.god appears

as a platypus.many folks in dun drink from him.

back in the library a wild hound

,

mental illness in these frequent lights

you are running down a forest ride

then it's all choked with debris

nowhere to turn

just no way forward

your strategies have run out

for this moment you are nowhere

it stretches

where you gonna go, baby?

outside the drums the singing

the cars revving up

ready to take you

drop your guns

and hear the News

sliding off the edge

eggs hitting the floor from hens

that didn't care too much

rats running in licking everything

witch children licking butter pats

ennervating traffic light blue-orange

the book fever low as gravedigs

lamplight and headlight sweated in the grass

the black moist

sliding in

looking down from this aghast collapse

at the gate of the Messiah

shit let's walk out long the river

throw in a body

see what gives

what rises

nothing like this for romance

I waylay at the leastest we look

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