She traced the continents time had mapped on my forehead. My nose yielded its secrets of rough crags and hidden crevices.
Her tongue traveled to the delta of my lips and explored the rivers flowing across my tongue. She slid down my neck with the help of her nose, her mouth left a trail of lip locks as postcards.
On the plateau of my chest she lingered for a while, inhaling the smell of civilization, hearing the basic rhythm of life. She traversed the smooth plains of my stomach like a seasoned traveler, sheltering for a moment in the shadows of my navel.
My back became an open ground where she played games with her fingertips, fighting battles with stiffened muscles, and feeding the frenzy of rippling skin.
Every measured movement of hers opened up my flesh like an atlas. Her dimples gave me direction, her lips latitude, while her hands struck boldly across my southern shyness.
I could not stop her probing fingers from proclaiming freedom for my senses. Nor could I resist the soft music her slippery skin played on mine.
In her naked embrace, I was a nation without borders, I was a country without a capital, I was a world without war.
Break Back switch turn don't dis me with culture man dis logic dis function able dislocate pirouette 2slip. U who we aren't andable 359 fuck off we live here .4 camera obscura dreamdemocracia i dreamed i live here (ochre) Africa San Francisco dis locate shun knee and 1 2 3 pelt order preraphaelite words that go with porter clerk luggage residual central park fuck me in the tree light i am a virgin to your sting i 2 cottage cheese skinny milk am implicit and immaculate to your touch I suffer shit ;-) pornographic blueprint elbow tibia gonads arabia art dislocates from immortality these seeds are dead in science I am suffragette greece slips covert nouveau essence power declines self strippage potent decline wane fore wax we'll pine too soon art is shit reason is crap poetry is bullshit975684181 deciding is the bee resolution and ignorance is green triangles my angle, doppelganger, shapeshift heirogly[ph1 to curry the mustard cut the fan you'll trolley your goods to the edge of the night the reason is unreasonable words are untenable western inviable hieroglyphics (dada) written word (fawnever) U notice the way the poet uses his own experiences the crises and psychotic normalities to cry episodes of what he doesn't value as literature I'm saying something like an ASBO i fucked off the metrical foot crescent's unreadable poesy the end of poetry/sign plus sign plus sign 11his poetrys to long for a fixed faulty logic I should complain to the writer fancy asking a reader to puzzle all this one could almost take it to be an absence of identity who d'ya call 'ed me? footnote fuckage penile u say me? talk in English sister email the author and fa fa fro complain does he think this is music or summut?A deity of the female form because we couldn't suffer it is not enough respect for allofus dis united and, by trial confused
my apologies for post below but i am dealing with a lot of (pardon again) shit so if i comes across (oh well) like a bastard please simply understand...
Are you going through this New version of Blogger at the moment? Mine is being updated and seems to be cocking up! Apologies for strange British phrase :-/
Mercury, To Accept It inference snow. purple an imagination into a conscious burnt. draped seas center power as from sparkling absence. wrapped integrate mandible speaks five. miseries that fiery end of no.
Past Noetics rhymes deeper to swim. morass veins. so before alchemy. acrostics template our disease as time. nothing explodes as ever. hydra counts to sexy destroy. released twos stabilizing illusion.
Indulge Chained To fantasy concrete versus red. born septic clotted into. stars praying as text. truncate shreds that mordant twist. wavering electron blood. synthetic sound. mimic cells that dream methodology.
i must admit that i am (pardon) fucking annoyed by bill marsh's (now deleted) last post and pris' note to me below...i don't really ever recall bill requesting that i delete him from as/is...pris really i received two or three emails from you i was going to delete you this morning...
let it be known...if you have an as/is issue concern question whatever please don't post it here email me (andrewlundwall@hotmail.com) i will solve as soon as i possibly can...please be patient...if i don't respond immediately (it seems that some would like for me to drop everything else in my life) feel free to bug me within reason...
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Hi Andrew My server has been iffy and I'm not even sure that the note I sent to you got to the correct email address. As I've told you before, I've not been able to participate in this group blog for health/limited energy reasons and I need to have my membership deleted. I can't update to the new blogger.com because of the numbers of posts in this blog, which is in my family of blogs. I have to go through the 'switch over' proceedure now every single time I try to get to my dashboard for my personal blog, just to be told I can't be switched over yet because of the number of posts in this blog.
My email address is in my profile if you need to contact me about this. Thanks for asking me to be a member. Wish I'd been able to be part of this.
IF ANYBODY ELSE HAS ADMINISTRATIVE POWER HERE, PLS DELETE ME FOR ANDREW. THANKS!
are your pralines raw does your vocabulary have antlers do you rever(s)e your ba(l)dness are your memories relaxed is your remorse inert will your off be sprung do your enigmas come presolved is your redemption curious
Cunningly hook a way in: pull to land upon a shore of conscious reasons why the world turns on its axis, soul released in Tallaght two days after you walked in. From street to hospital death bed only a week ago.
Today is your funeral and we share the weight of uncle from alter to hearse. A man of small stature - your mass easily borne by us uncle, brother, father and son.
"Does Mr Mooney know Barney?"
..the number of lipstick in bags thrusting forward is up on our mother's time when bags were smaller with less lippy inside to item, spring form pictures, fix the eye I suppose is viewed as an absence or image left - rusting by exit - gone.
"Dear do we know?"
..He lived before Nemo swam. and vanquished him. Exiled in the attic. Extinct his trill of love's now silent on tape in a box of memory fading up creaky stiff steps, unused.
Imagination assemble the hand of reality. Invisible craft this crumbling eye seers the flawed form of an imprecise mind resting on a tablecloth. Uncle John swept
Hands are wicked Thrusting against Bedside manner Cigar after, ashtray shocker Swing some of that clear Bed poison Rotten afterglow Some post coital heartbreak
They were meeker times Unwelcome suicide Tempest machines Unplugged for youth(er) years We'd swing into metal screens Halfway there
Stealthy villain–child Who said she'd be the one To disappear Procrastinate Break into the giddy abortionist Maybe like sunset She'll wait for me
Slick like the head chip Fractures we always revisit Though I never promise I'll get there first
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Ear of my songstress speak lucid and loud of what goes in - paint a collage of melodies
pluck the love string to sing of side kicks who seized an asylum - wearing grey and
writing patient-reports. With the door open invite a hospital ambience to filter in, beckon back now to Seacombe landing stage near shop
centre. Farming chap Virgil his slave Alexander regulati poetae of Dante - left Mantau near Andes in Cisapline - Gual. Locked like a warden or crab's claw constant in clamping and cast the best step on a pay per keyword campaign.
Demobbed victors who vanquished Brutus et Cassius seized his estate when Mark Anthony was ousted at Actim. Octavian Emporer Agusta. La cushla Rome lad and man let risk a crack constant spelt plain. Taut his quest list of nom de plume phrase and moniker forward. Draw word. Tell strangers wide self-spelling increased invisibility with a cost per click love trial and error fluid dynamic nature - specialist team - monitoring popular and updated mean killer behavior this cyclical book blurb of similar phrasing specific to the eye.
What ox wonks a fictional pattern resolute in Vegas delivers faith, Bell Air or Bombay in threadbare existence. Plough home, up-tilt, grow and twice in shadow - it's length a burning sun - limitless love crazed pruning wit half hanging your vine leaf. Rush or osier weave elsewhere - scorn anew - tell Clement scion of pagans who rails a career in soul thundering man king and wife - be good queen in mythopeic reality.
Virgil be he a la low whey may hawk wind cant in a boy loving man chasing his share of proof wit or misery.
Alighieri will fiction him, Ovid - Lucan or Statiusk if the riff on Virgil, Theocritus template inventor new Horace and Varius Red were agents d'affair.
A boar ahead - the she-goat Sirce - myth in loose flower wild crystal, fly - spring this ear and infatuate gods.
Feng Shui fuss pot who helped finish the Aeneid you thought worthless Virgil dynamic and natural. Dardan Paris his wood home - Pallas towers - the over all hand built before delight grim wolf the she-goat persuing wanton thought phrasing weight.
Alexis his gift specific specialist team of trial, error and monitor popular fluid behavior - letter empty the alphabet local warm - hospitably expend as little as possible. Be un- wasteful when dreaming - indoors and conscious to simple cosmic code of environmental reality - work a permanent mode of economy and move as little as physically you can during time made belief to be so - on a threadbare existence among carefully wished romance we slide inversive - blight but few. Say a majority dimension is wrong all its way.
Observe forelight's figure in flight - wing - mother this polished, solo, the brilliance of its own flood. Chemist invalidate a dry coat see menace fleet Domingo on waking lean daylight brush. Memory catapult, be robed atop the one ring chair of asymmetry inaccurate with learned guesswork direct,
plain lit offshore a flood for a singular impression mid morning early on feather short shoulder care time draw easily smooth afternoon exercise amount to crosshairs grief-free commencement. Pry out fixtures plunk of serenity put on fold various gray airs smoothed each afternoon. Time impose divide parenting default to gradual handsome product in sleight appearance. Gander from a certain place. Away. Linger ahead queen - she your dream is unlocked honest songstress - mock a lever for lovers, bingo with mon Mor - woman conveyor belt of verse defend here.
Four poetea had Dante – guide through his underworld. He had not Wikipedia but dreamt a library of Alexandria - razed by flame - now burns through fire optic route. Electronic knowledge, intellect tra la la.
I am of the filidh armed only with words which lead to more words building, like bricks one by one on top of each other.
A wall of words surrounding like a butress.
Sometimes I feel that galaxy of words out there moving closer edging nearer and nearer with every passing moment, tumbling from the mouths of genius and idiot alike
telling me that some thing needs to be said. Need to be articulated, before the tidal wave of mediocrity threatening to overwhelm the illusion upon this tiny little complacent shore of safety can be held back
kept in check and tossed right off before the crucial moment is upon us.
That pure indefinable moment which tips the balance of all known existence to send us into a freefall of questioning and collapse.
And let me tell you this friends, buddies, matey boys and girls. Once that bubble's burst, there is no going back. No way You're having a laugh, surely, if you think for a second, a nanosecond, that there's any going back once that moments gone.
It aint coming back sunshine, so wake up and smell your life before bye-bye time is over and you're spending the rest of eternity wondering on the brief flash of life you once had.
You'll be in good company all right. What with Elvis and Plato and everyone in between. You'll soon cop on suss it out, get to know the score.
All those perplexing little questions you never found the answers for whilst you were too busy cleaning your teeth, wiping your arse or sitting on a bus stuck in traffic with the grey concrete walls creeping in on you.
All those can be answered, when your hanging around like a bad smell, waiting for the end of time to make an appearance, like the ghost of your long gone Granny.
And when that happens you will know every single moment of your time inside out, like the back of your proverbial hand. And the wall you built brick by brick will be so familiar, you'll be screaming so loudly, you'll drown in the very voice your sick of constantly hearing.
And you won't be able to stop, because, after an infinity of absolutely nothing at all, you will be, a thousand million, trillion bits of little bitty bollocks shitting your way through the eye of the tiniest, sharpest needle in the history of eternal misery.
And there'll be no one there to be swapping your shopping anecdotes with. No one there to be washing your dishes or telling you to get right off. You will be all alone like the fat, ugly spotty faced cripple kid stuck to the wall at a Friday night dance in the middle of wide open nowhere.
And no one'll be looking over because the wall you built brick by brick will be your own private monument to you and your shitty little life.
But then, from somewhere, out of nowhere, you will find yourself lying on soft sand under the milken sky of a warm summer night, the gentle silken breeze caressing your naked skin with the delicacy and delight of Romeo and Juliet's first brush of each other's bodies.
And the sound of ocean crashing waves, soothing and sending you off up in the air to drift asleep on a central heated cloud, floating along to the land of tranquillity and smiles like a sigh of sweet contentment. And Bingo. You're back
reborn, ready to start all over again. Give it another crack of the whip, bite of the cherry, roll of the dice.
Come on, come on. Lets get moving. Grip your toothbrush, clean your teeth, wipe your arse, push your way to the front of the bus
Fuck that old one she can stay stood up the exercise'll do her good. Come on come on, lets get ready to rustle up the beat and rumble and show the world, who's boss today Boyo.
Among carefully wished romances slides inversive blight, but fewly. I would say that the majority (always wrong?) dimensions its way into foreflight. I would observe, also, the wingspan of an other figured as this moth(er). Solo, polished, flooded with a brilliance of its own that dries in flight. Only chemistry invalidates the fleet coat. Only the seen menace of domingo passes. Each day on waking, there is light brushed lean. Each memory, deliciously inaccurate with guesswork in the learned direction of the floodlit plain. Already I am offshore from the singular impression made in short one feather at a time. The rings of care draw symmetry before deciding on asymmetry. One's shoulder easily amount to grief atop free agent grieving. Catapult is what commencement exercises pry out of the fidgeting berobed fixtures plunked atop gray folding chairs. The various crosshairs impose a gander at each individual. Morning has smoothed out the early afternoon each time. As parenting defaults to product, lingering in sleight of handsome.
Put-on airs, appearance of serenity eventually from a certain place away
This is how I like to do my junk, she said tangled up in innumerable faces with syringe in hand Have you ever tried it? She looked into my eyes as she placed it between her lips and leaned slightly towards me in a state of alien serenity. It was not a woman's grip spiked me. It wasn't even human.
to false poison I've made mythological tortures my resting-place and domain. Where now, mistress. I'm trying to see it clearly in the dark, Is suffering a privilege? flames and steady terror of sunken stars submissive winds sweeping the limit of the forest. the sensual creature chased from its cave rooms without meaning. His need was to exist and to move. robbed of self-possession with closed eyelids--a head that seemed to be touched with blue and streaked with quarrelling impulses gave to the mind a feeling of being composed of metals.
With the help of a torch, showed The chemicals I was putting in my body on a regular basis stopped working. a dark thing wanders in vinous intoxication i had taken up my binoculars while we talked. unsettled clouded judgment I didn't tell you I had been struck at the distance by certain faculties as the bodily eye is not accustomed to. For some minutes stood without speaking, looking out in all directions over the country. I am not disclosing any trade secrets too far gone even to communicate during dark-room seances.
in narrow chambers whose knots fasten me to all sorts of unutterable towering piles. I perceived vapours rolling between my body and the ceiling like a caterpillar. the adaptation of my innards to the vast processions consumed detonates all over in great light of being torn open. sleep I scarcely knew and clasped hands and heart-breaking. I felt that it wasn't going away this phenomena of mind and body.
2.
"Autumn is coming," she said, "Things will end badly, my friend," she said. the nights are buried upright in the rooms fold around with drops of agony on my sex half of hell, half of violence behind the roses in innumerable faces see myself capsize....the ringletted white head of clouded judgment sucks my soul through bramble bush sewers pursues me through dark leafy paths. my Heart to palpitate, & such a rope descended from the ceiling. am telling her of my childhood that which repels others, attracts in the meadow of intense light of shedding tears. This is how I like to do my junk, she said tangled. In hours of bitterness I dare not lift up my electrocution up my parisian shit ante. Which devil was it gave the death rattle of insane maracas dance of days. the lightning-like flashes of Weeping under a smoking heap of me dusty chaired a derangement, an utter abuse myself to stay free. such a dreadful abuse of self. collapsed in the dark armchair the more cruelly the better. all these strange tendencies With jugs of wine in the bloodied by the whiskey taken out of taken out of I was seduced sinking into a nondescript killing my self. robbed of self-possession whipped so hard that the blood flowed. derived from an aesthetics of my danger another self alien unguarded a feeling of being composed of infinitely violent raptures.The atmosphere is heavy with the odor of flowers and of your my body my body mine is my weapon and kissed the cold lips is yours is your weapon in me.
3.
The chemicals trade my body my processions the shit it gave the death composed in sweeping touch quarrelling rolling between I felt that palpitate, & danger a feeling of being whose knots fasten tears. This is how my dare creature chased from its innards great light sleep insane maracas seduced atmosphere heavy flowers stars to move. blue and streaked hands clouded judgment my meadow of junk, alien unguarded weapon in me.
human. mistress. looking out too far gone attracts intense light taken self. flames sunken the sensual cave rooms the adaptation of paths. another infinitely violent odor and faculties narrow chambers to lift killing yours and leaned and spiked me. some minutes stood in all my smoking in the bloodied out Things she sucks my hard poison binoculars clouded judgment not disclosing any bramble bush made mythological terror my country. the nights the rooms fold violence With innumerable faces taken up see heap of heart-breaking. sad. Weeping dusty whiskey serenity. woman metals.
With body buried upright in sewers parisian wine she said it? She looked into abuse the forest meaning exist and showed my body my body syringe impulses gave seances.
perceived vapours tangled. In hours of devil closed eyelids--a head being torn open. going childhood under cold self-possession composed help in telling electrocution ante. my weapon lips see clearly to communicating towering piles. clasped bitterness self-possession whipped self limit of need was robbed capsized....the blood aesthetics of raptures.
to submissive winds the thing wanders the drops of agony of Heart to rope nondescript hands towards distance had to. dark-room said collapsed the more suffering dark away and half sinking into junk, stopped working. not accustomed to behind dark ceiling. lightning-like flashes of tendencies Have you end derangement, dreadful in the dark of vinous intoxication sex rattle like eyes state of alien bodily eye of body.
Autumn is dance of days. better. all these strange placed tortures my feeling of being phenomena of disease.
4.
a polaroid of pain i've kept bedside for what seems a decade of painful. painful---wheelchair brother self rolled to suicide shallow pond rust stained black hands face down algae. painful. images grow larger there's a light on pasted to bourbon label. painful when should be doing something better. painful the pistol in the back of the caddy scalding hot painful. his son stuck a knife in his back painful. painful. panic insomnia planet ten plateau of painful when thought too hard and long in manic ballet of ears bleeding painful. painful the abuse thrown into gorgeous faces the invention of enemies in the painful. the apparition. painful. drank cancerous morphine syrup he died younger and stupid. sorry always for strong lungs. painful. painful more painful when the substance is fondled like a penis in the increasing dark. attention deficit disordered room painful painful. painful in public humiliation painful.
back of the caddy scalding morphine syrup died young stupid my friend she dropsa rope that the devil gave rattle. wine in the bloodied flowers and rust stained black hands face down algae. hard and long in manic ballet of substance disordered room painful painful. painful roses in innumerable faces my soul through which I like to abuse myself to stay free. such blood flowed. derived from a decade of wheelchair bourbon pistols. hot painful panic insomnia planet the invention. sorry always for fondled end badly, agony on my sex Heart to repel others, attracts the smoking nondescript painful. label. painful when should be painful. painful. ears bleeding painful. enemies in public humiliation painful.
Autumn is behind the bramble bush sewers pursue me shedding tears. dare not lift up my derangement, the more cruelly the better. get into an aesthetics of infinitely cold lips rolled to painful when thought too painful. attention deficit myself capsize....the ringletted white head of clouded junk, she said tangled. dusty chaired a dreadful abuse of self. self-possession whipped so hard danger another in me. a polaroid of pain i've something better. painful son stuck the apparition with his blade. painful. drank cancerous strong nights buried upright in the rooms descended from the ceiling. am telling her my parisian insane maracas dance strange tendencies taken out of atmosphere heavy with the odor pasted to ten plateaus abuse thrown into gorgeous faces like a bitterness the shit of me collapsed in the dark armchair. robbed self alien unguarded feeling your weapon kept bedside for the painful. lungs. painful. painful more painful through dark childhood of electrocution. the lightning-like flashes of all seduced sinking violent raptures.
A dark house means nothing. I soak in the gloom minding dark things as new year's eve undulates. A disturbance outside. A rapid knock on the front door out of oblivion. I feel my fate change. The Heineken trembles in my hand. I part the dark as the knocking gets desperate. It hurts to get to the other side. He bleeds like a flood. His naked torso riddled with gashes. A short mad thug. He begs me for some kind of salvation. I can't make him enter. Something sinister dances between us. I sip the Heineken. He convulses spraying blood. The beer screams in my stomach. A new wind blows backward from the future. He sniffs the air like a jackal. “Everything bless?” I inquire as two other thugs emerge from the dark street. I smash the bottle into his face killing 2006.
implicit gravitas unleashes as you were from the meticulous endowment that propels a wraith out of mere stitch. is that your faultline or mere cinders after grackle call to various imposters? the sheets are all untied. the dreams vie for indelicate emporia. recall the window feed? the dreaded deep end? the dependable mobility of stun guns pointed at dry laundry where the sky becomes a sure division problem? whose story is the one about the tentative messiah grappling for a job description without exclamation points? who tries to multiply a posse times collective nouns endorsed by magistrates? some clip art looks best in the rain. some rain looks best in situ. and the snow light has to be the prettiest young blue I've yet inculcated into breathful and found selves, your own among them.
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