Haplology, I said haplography This world is so lacking it could do with two of me The impetus for my impiety: religion is lying to God Truth is throbbing in the stars & that’s what tall tales are not Flushed like snot, shot from your nostrils then killed on the spot You use your vessel as a pestle on your spirit Make a mockery of our sedulous pointillism The lurid greys necropolise & lustrate Ghouls luxuriate, hands holding souls that luxate To escape the hate impervious to the pearls of saltwater on the face of a girl Lunisolar, unipolar, equinoctial The best I can subscribe is the message in the bottle Seeping porraceous dust effervescing The fish & suns I’m seeing…accio astrolabe What do I want? A pedate female To potentiate my who-shall-inherit bits Who’ll claw at the gauze thick as doors Whose heart roars for barefoot on the foreshore Exiled from my skin as I’m feeling Trapped further back & the strings unreeling Extort an exordium from the demon Tales of the aftermath, rails on the riverbank Heads recalesce & shit on the howdah Orion’s club gets ground into powder Me won’t forget so we will remember Inquietude exudes & distends us Saltatorial days are fading Afraid of the rack ‘cause my brain is abrading Truth is inodorous: it just is & this mess is pungent, miasmic Fate is a harlequin A racist goblin, faceless & cackling Amputates its handshake with your has-beens Salting seeds with its ambergris Halting trees & sealing the interstices In her it breeds…in him…in-between Novelists vomiting promises of immortal dreams We’re obscene Oleaginous phalanges Slide in with ease, grab our cortices & squeeze with a morbid intimacy A tender touch, minacious, done to corrupt Among my sulci is where I face the music That’s how they guarantee our silence There’s no need for a threat of violence When our will to resist is smothered & squished Tongues are prehensile Can twain or twine, covert or divine Silver or ophidian, blurring the meridian Ideologies adrift on blood rivers Battered by the katabatic, cry decapitation Astigmatic, grasping at porismatic equations Granite cores of sky potatoes Soare as a wing-ed, weeping wound Soon I will be soothed When the cuts are through I’ll fashion new routes Sculpt the mess, prune & digress Express the mash & catch on hanged threads Clinquant nooses asterisk the bruises Pluck peahen to press, please don’t be prudish My pavonine strutsteps ghoulish Bipolar patter to splayed on a platter I am an atom of humanity Rooted by the gravity of subjective reality Unknown rebels defiant before giants Disparate generals forming an iron alliance United against the banality of evil We each appreciate the sexiness of resilience They number billions, corpulent, bilious Corporate, hideous, thumbs are vermilion Fingerprints look pretty in ink With dainty feints they twinkle & wink In subtle slights, I cry for their lines To whisper wistfully through the dark times Prim as a rose whose folds touch my nose & hold my torso close & also pour prose You, them & me will see polysemy Kill, frill or thrill we’ll still feel it freely Matriculate & bite on this spoon It’ll all be over soon Crows kill hope & clovers spread The obscurities float over your head Cheeks pull apart & plea the four leaves Murder breezes through the trees Still, ghastlily you wish time will freeze ‘Cause after “me”’s always an uncertainty Non-arboreal chimpanzees Restrained intellect Earth’s prevailing disease Failing sheaths I feel I must be the one who entreats you to please never breed Give up contemplating the grave for lent Also chocolate raisins & Racing Club Genk Your grape: fecundate, defenestrate, unbox it Don’t leave dreams dormant as coreopsis

The balled fist of the ocularist Unjocular mists made of mascara, jutting his wrist Button it, man-mutton, shop/tuck, bring the ruckus Loose labia loquaciously lure, lamenting manure Gavels grind gravel, grab a mighty big handful Chalices chase malice from the gates of the palace Plates of the planets shift, shitting on the fortified Tortured eyes flit, fires fly, cries emit Dastardly masterly networks hurting at their essence As good spurns burners as conduits to liquescence But food eludes the spoon of the impecunious & the puniest should be the most furious, but are feeble Spirit crushed to dust at the molecular level Strongbox body to protect my tender centre Flames lick the middle, tickling the riddle Evading the reluctant cables of piddle Conspiring polylogues spike the swelling of craniums Their yeasty spittle inundates the geraniums Greedy corporations are just systems of relations Though infidels will doctor this if we maintain some patience Force-fire for the gauzed sires’ swords Sigh: the same rhymes arise, trichotillomania or die Engorged mites torn from celestial scribes & unless you protest there’ll only be the bones left Where is the fair lallare? Stares greet the simplest dares Cares unhad, harsh hateful hands accost Rudimentary seeds seemingly not meant to breathe Sown desperately, with shaking hands, rooted by your static feet Adapt, adapt, hack runcinate synapse Perhaps the gaps elapse, grow fat on that velocity & we only see the trickle of terminal adiposity The nonvascular attack withholding the revolt in us Things must come unstuck under makeshift adhesive We make mad shit whose shrieks make nights sleepless Sweat soaks sheets while wet clothes keep bile at close, tread nose A new dark, few sparks, cells deteriorating Chunks of history spunked up endometrially hating Amino acids shamble to melodies flat & flaccid My own ruminations now tasting like acid I grab it like ephemera, retain it like an enema Cart good days around like Helena, & pig out Residue of many rumoured truffles on my snout I grew blue to bloom, accrued bruises to stay stout Work for the interlinear, search for whatever’s in here I might swear I’ve already been here, but fuck me in the memory Perception is the enemy, that & my erections They evade detection but birth burning progeny Sodden reeds like slimy fingers at your calves Percussing skin, where are you held in its regard? Beneath the shins are what propel you through the drink & what it might do to you it wouldn’t do to think So kick! Thrash unabashedly Scratch humanity like a rash until they start to bleed From my -pology I see their horrid –pocentrism On their high –pomorphic horses they convince themselves are hidden No more pores honed for war, imposed laws will crawl so legless Choked on those Hippocratic oats because you never meant it Age-old lulls formed a universe of imperforable bubbles Years shorn like beards but some days catch on the stubble Every fear relates to loss, that you’ll become what you’re not That what you’ve got will be forgotten ‘fore you’re fit to find it out I want to capture feelings like fine stardust in a bottle But when dealing with the throttled song can only breathe so long Before it stwitches from this state to another continent Make your brow’s furrows loud, great & prominent If you abandon sovereignty deem my respect set aside ‘Cause to repress one’s best is tantamount to regicide Thunder wonders out from slumber Spores of cause form doors of sound Scream with trees, at paper borders If we don’t leave we’ll make it go round It’s the prime time for the cruellest most evil crimes Songs about futureless worlds But I won’t give up hope in people Though I might live nauseous, tortured till I lie down & foetally curl

Words, it’s just words, it’s just herds of them spurting out From the mouth a thousand ways to dance fractals around the crux Mandalas like piranhas, in your face are bitten craters & you sustain each tooth, each root, forsooth: ill will chills the course I want to find my Ram Dass smile, my own interconnected isle But I make no moves, I feel trapped, inert & doomed My tower isn’t ivory, but it’s built on self-connivery My heart’s got the horn, tusks protrude from my skull I’ll fantasise of Friday’s eyes, when I tried on freedom for disguise But models are made & can be coloured in or greyed I will display the burn I gained from a blast of boiling water vapour I’ll ask if she wants to kiss it or if she may do later Time & size are relative, so this madness might be meagre I know I’ve so much left to give, but my sadness is the leader The universe an atom, the cosmos is a stave Bunnies dart & binky as they bound across the glade & one day are wounded, hear them drowning in the waves Yes the mother mourns it…revolution…retrograde What’s that boiling in the pot? A gone-off mot that’s lost the plot If it didn’t hurt so burning hot then maybe I would scoff Tbh I’d rather see the part of it that baby’s got & honey glaze it, lay to waste its place & watch it rot Or at least taste my Arbok, watch it Glare & Gunk Shot Relief is the word…please desist this absurdity Insidious worms dig in & wriggle, it makes my brain tickle Fickle fornications leave luscious labia alone & latent Insert hurts like plots but the text is purely narrative To neglect inherited balances you’ll have to whack rats & hack at it Midnight oil evaporated under moons from months ago At the point of bisection you’ll stunt your growth or shun the flow A paradigm of one direction is dictatorship Icy spines uninclined to take the weight of a Trojan neigh Precious vertebrae will waste away under the bluntest blade But it remains sheathed, they walk willingly, almost proud to be cows To kowtow to the elite, who give purpose to the souls of their feet & the older the meat, the tougher the skin It would seem that the stars should be here for me right now But instead I get the marred, calls of far things remain unheeded Me to get out of the way of me is needed, terminally But impermeable me incurs the saboteur twin who’s hurting me Hollering hypocritical term timetables into open eyes Vellus hair is fine cables, primal demigods in certain lights Be kinder to the garden for these weeds will be the wardens The flowers will be dead & their words will be the dirt

Diamond denizens delight in lighting up the night These gentle rebels smite on sight all melanin-inclined discoursentery Seven sores scored, try a diet deprived or at least of slightly less lemons Like raw lionade Pride under bright moon, like new womb Sighs sound like tides, my mind lies the flume Soon blooms the noon, where the juice hits the spoon When I eschew the view from my gloom-cushioned room All hope flees while the vile flies flow The decrepit & diseased umbratile dies slow Over bones grows ground where the billy goats graze Still each blade of grass stands proud & brave I’ll tell tall tales while my heart harks hail Defiling by styling as spirit floats like a stone Dissentient dome flees its geography Radiance hints at the prince, but a frog’s what I be Belying all the signs sung, wrong ones on the tongue Nurtured scions slung swordward, enormous lores gore lords Tilting the logans, organs spill at the hilt Peace’s proponent left downhill to wilt Valour balanced on blade frays the fabric Simulacra of the gamma will stammer & stay static I wave banners to draw bulls to the bruise Stampede on the wound, what else can you do? Enamoured Trojans combing the beach, biding the tides Seaweed on the sand, intermittent grit & slide Kittens kicked aside as pussycats call the cads All the gaps make a lapse that perhaps makes us sad Or am I lower, or Noah, no room for humans on my ark The few men who loop the lasso are stupid to ask Wrangling cattle when you could be fighting the battle Equine trips dreams of pipes, ‘cause you sit there shining the saddle

Little deaths kept stripped of context Slept next to the breasts of the soon-left Rightfully rimose, reminders of time’s ghosts Writing in slime the shifts of paradigm Mind meanders, I’m tired of tangents I desire to find my own grand rigadoon Y’know, that state that feels like a womb Y’know, a face that makes me swoon Phatic, fatuous false smiles flourish While I sit stewing in shit, malnourished To not slit the wrists takes all of my courage Knowing I’ll awake again, that I’ll live another day I need sex, I need love To not feel second best out of two To not feel unneeded I just want to feel needed

“You shall not infiltrate this fortress All you shall see are cuts of performance” Steely-eyes dimmed, could you call this life? Really I’ve sinned against what I know is right & that is in me, fizzing in wait Tidal ripples crippled & maimed by hate It’s an explanation but don’t make it plain How I managed so long with my song restrained How on Earth did I endure such hell? Watching cresting waves of inertia swell Though I can’t take all of the credit Everyone around me coddled & fed it I craved space but stayed in my cell Distaste at the world but suppressed my spice Though perhaps this was the rite I needed To incise my mind’s unclottable bleeding I spent six years living in fear That the world would never let me live in the here & it didn’t, but that was then Past hearts have shattered, now I reinforce them I tried to try or cry but stayed dry Numb to the hum of the sun behind blinds I’ve known all this time the star I’m denying Amid thoughts of death I’ve tried to keep trying Hope’s made me choke but has stopped me from swallowing I contemplate rope but this hope’s stopped me borrowing “What if, dream with me, what if: One day you get to live the life you want to live?” My tentative fingers yearn to know touch & my, how much there is to touch & though presently my reach is small & I wear thermal gloves One day I will radiate love

I am water in the ground Sound is soil where I sit in bed waiting to sprout things from my head

Interstice travellin’, oracular spatterin’, expanding the masculine Myths married to the land we’re in, begin dissecting Restless legs want to step to the next thing Deem terms turgid, flirt with the pluperfect then plunge it Alert twerps to their complicity in sinister circuses Panopticons sing songs & wrong is that which capitalistic traps have systematically kept cloth-clad ants from enacting Prisoners of language Concepts make their conquest with each birth of a life that proves of small consequence Self-flagellate the contest, from concave to convex Even the most strong necks will break under the weight of a planet & we stand it as the hand can gladly take legs A man is a dreg & can be replaced, a mindset neglects the mind behind his face But also forgets the space, where we can foster what festers A monster more great Decomposition then disintegration The state is indoctrination so we must be patient, lie low & latent For the only way in is to begin at the foundations Evolution not revolution To give weight to the paradigm is the true pollution To push against the ceiling only makes the ceiling lower, but that doesn’t mean I’m saying staying frozen is a goer But that we don’t know a life where spirit isn’t mown down by fear means that all I can try to do is get you to look over here Heed the priest’s yammering, vernacular hammering, Dracula’s fangs dig in Feast on spectacular barriers to nourishment & to bleat back at the sheep only gives the shepherd encouragement Seas churn, turbid verses burst with the assertive But swerve to preserve unhurt their deserved perches To subvert is unnerving to kings, to blur versions will stir the conned dominion & his citizens mustn’t lose trust in him “Disseminate the connotations!”, consolidations are easier to smash Opinions so established & brash can be bombed atomically Spotted insurrectionists each have rebellion on their wrists But assembling the many fists means between the gaps anything can act as mist Many things distract: a kiss, promises of a nine to your six, knowledge vomited verbatim from brains made of sick Your taint gets a lick, your righteous rage deftly pinched like a candle’s wick ‘Under erasure’ erased from your list of words Fantasias spurned for the cock nocturne Authenticity mightn’t exist, but like Sherlock’s shit you know when you’re lying Shorter breaths show you’re slowly dying Torrid tongues tell tyrannical tales trampling cells, selling Hell as an idyll of nonpareil Infidels shelled for even envisioning its farewell Mould sold as gold while old guilds still have hold Dark oligarchies march onward, stalwarts of a fading age Already awakening are the sparks of its decay

Had to leave the room, couldn’t stop the tears Shit is getting festive up in here It just hit it home that the good times were gone & we’d try pretending for so very long Does it ever stop, reaching for the past? A lot of time has passed, but it’s the only thing that has ‘Cause eight years is a molehill to the pain But, climbing this mountain, one thing I have gained All my greatest fears derived & bloomed & thrived For close to a decade I have cried & writhed But I’m still alive, I withstood it all Just as I will till my fate decides I fall So I know I can take everything it throws Raw skin on my nose, naked flesh on teeth My basic creed is a faith in me I make it bleed to face the demon’s spraying seed

The pretty city but a witty criticaster A glistening prism but listening ends in disaster Immortals are still hurtable, your fountains are discerptible Your corsage of stars burdens who you are The carbon convulses as you glimpse a skirt tartan There is a pulsing in that pompous meat-carton & there is pride in rising high like alpine yeast But kings tend to forget that a lion must feast Pints are a pound Staff parts the crowd Four to the floor beats loud My feet ache "Please choose me" I silently scream Desperately trying to prove my sincerity in an insincere world Sight starts to cloud The sticky ground seems so far down Is there anybody else here? Nobody else feels close to near Or seems to be choking back tears Or disclosing a ubiquitous fear I make myself sick My feet ache Dig a stiletto into those who claim to care They would know I’m lonesome if they were here But they are there, distance a blessing to the selfish Like the curse it is to me & everyone else selfless They make me feel more lonely than when I am alone & though this acrimony’s twinned with giving me a home I would, to be honest, rather die than see another day Life is not for me, I’d like to see if there’s another way

When not particularly articulate at all, the slave master will fall like a fool School the fiends with piscine intentions Descale the scope, clean springs with soap Don’t mention the tension, tendons will snap A new craphole torn with the decap attack Slack-jawed, I get more than some of your awe Swim to me liege with your gun or your oar Don’t think I won’t tip boats Don’t think I won’t slit throats Don’t think I won’t spill moats Don’t think I won’t kill folks Magical hats, manacled facts Animals hatch from the seminal crack Snacking on nutsacks for the repercussions You didn’t forge the bolts but you reconduct them Hedging bets, pearls curl on epaulettes The bourgeois have too far to fall to regret Maybe you’ll learn & spurn it instead, but likely you’ll labour, lost till you’re dead Same monster, different head Each stir is a slur on fleurs, salts the bed The whirring of curs makes waves, stays resistance & every thought you think is malignant Disengage & eat this Risking fate is ceaseless Burst from the hurt & self-restitch Believe you’re a free bitch While you gurgle like a baby in a craven haze, they spurt indoctrination from your favoured place Lurching like an urchin in a daily maze Stars shine on a granite planet, seared & braised Warden off-site so you see the traffic…through double-glazed panes as you beat the plastic Holes are massive, mole enacted, while your feet tramp like British elastic Retroactive reason Sense detaches, leaves them Catching snatches, beacons Paralactic demons Remaining static & rigid should be a source of shame, but in the same ship this deportment is the game Perspicacity a talent unenamoured Duplicity the key, so we abandon valour I say “we” in an effort to lower me & anchor my aureate heart in their languor But the truth is I soar through, raw-toothed Bored with laws & uniform roots Storming swarms with warning forms, scorning unrewarding norms This is war, this is more, this is what this life is for Cosmic triggers guide me Rich ligatures type me Horologic nights breathe Idea strands which I weave I oppose this necrosis, sitting still swallowing the falsely obvious like a bitter pill & I loathe poses, misuse of the utensil meant to be pencilling roses Phonemes foam like cloned halitosis, like an embolus stoning the boneless Forgoing metempsychosis for abdication, roaming life homeless Fruits of labour, dole drums Eaten whole they fold, numb Beaten by the cold, stunned lumpenproles extol thumbs Standing still gives me vertigo & nausea Only motion is euphoria Before I die I’ll shake, rattle & roll… Actually I won’t, but don’t it sound clever, though? If belief is the death of intelligence then religion is the progeny of stupidity Androgyny is undeniable, gender binary childish, bitch my place is pliable If skin colour functions you being hurtful, this only proves that cuntery is universal Life is nonverbal You make words hurdles to encircle the vernal Converted to commercial Morsel’s coda comes soon Portal over, run through Comb with fingers, fine-toothed Hope it lingers, I’m mute

Death’s-head moth Aster planetes, Renfield coughs When the screams stop then all hope is lost & though my throat grows frost, my bony toes step hot Beg bottle & cot, spinning on great star-rock In the lap of a river I feel the roots in my boots Skipping in ecstatic loops, nuts add blood to the honey While the colts bolt butter, the way I stutter is funny to one Balls to it all The ex-humorous bones too human to call His internal halls installed with firewalls He sired his fall, he wired it, vampires in squall Prayers lost in air Honestly, at least today, I don’t care The drones may be warm & relocate the apiary But here is where I’ll stay, ‘cause at least it’s not scary

I am so tall, not nearly as small as I feel Bigger than a butterfly, watch my wings beat I am so tall, not nearly as small as I feel Bigger than a butterfly, watch my wings beat Don’t let me let you into my life My sac, heart & mind amass into a torture device Like a sabre of light taken, a slice of your soul stolen That part of me is a parasite, starve it Insist that I masturbate before we convene The krill are digested in the aquamarine Through the defeated school your luminescence is seen & though my essence is clean, that ain’t the part you will see A wife is all I wanna know, the rest can fall on a spike I can’t remember the last time I met someone that I liked Let alone love, plus they have to like & love me Prospects are grim though I’m proper lovely Helm the tales spinning, loom carbonated, Jenny Try to pipe the art of life but the march will take many Gonna read the rows between the worlds wobbling like jelly: Palms torn by thorns are worth the tigers in my belly I am so tall, not nearly as small as I feel Bigger than a butterfly, watch my wings beat I am so tall, not nearly as small as I feel Bigger than a butterfly, watch my wings beat Two words: green man, scrambled eggs, steamed hams Bleeding hands, swollen glands, electrified stigmata Six words: I wanna live happily ever after One word: impossible, no words, silence Words are what I use so one day they will abuse you When you prove yourself unworthy their fury will bemuse you You will not know what you’ve done So do you like me really? Is it really worth it? I’m named after Gerry Mulligan but do you really Carey? I can’t express myself so must seem very ordinary Plus I’ve got that hair & the matching carpet Sometimes you’ll see it sticking out from my armpit Fuck you anyway, you were always but a person I thought you’d build a bridge, but you only stretched the fissure I just wish these inevitable ends would come quicker So I could go back to having nothing to live for I am so tall, not nearly as small as I feel Bigger than a butterfly, watch my wings beat I am so tall, not nearly as small as I feel Bigger than a butterfly, watch my wings beat

Watching pornography & pondering the stars I flirt with infinity & worship the scars Striving to strive to tear myself apart From the contagion reducing life to a menial task But it’s so hard, usually I’d rather die & the days of respite are spent keeping me alive Sometimes they don’t seem good until you’ve seen worse & the fury rises, having to search, we shouldn’t have to learn Life should be liberty & liberty a given & the purest of lives I know would still be strife-riven Mourning evanescences is part of the texture Men fall like hail, but why weave your own veil? The essence of morning grimaces at filaments Incandescent pages blinding us to the surrounding leaves Veins coursing rivers causing shimmers through all time Encapsulated in a moment, in a rhyme, by an open mind

While the heavens press down on my spine Cumuloclades waylay fervent days A parasitic synthesis leaves great foliage in shadow Photogenic somnambulist nocturnally emitting Together knitting, unless you let the spectres fester Or coalesce in your breast, the sequence sequestered If you’re desperate to deny the dilemma, try a bipedal enema This morbid self-sycophancy borders on ouroboros I antagonise, to coax the soul from your holes Your erected mecha clings to you like glistening mould Like a gloss of hot spunk, you sold your lump of universe out It was you who drove the hearse out & loaded your cadaver in & cross-stitched shut your mouth & raked leaves over the mound Gods & goddesses flounder, float away as detritus Jettisoned in favour of endeavouring to savour panspermia To taste a universe squirting forth & birthing Swathed in an abraded nexus, the truncated trails exsiccate SEX IS GREAT coruscates, pulsing quasars of interference Static amid the countable infinite The one thing scattered in splintered bits With taut wrists we wrest the best from the jester Which we sought but thought we’d never find behind the weather While knots twisted by eristic fists deny ends to split The end of it is frayed & vague, displayed in a fair hair’s width Source the error, wave the right light touch, be the loving rock Be the flock of frocks as fantastical caresses, aurora borealis The hardest place to leave is your island of certainty But do you really want to know that you’re doing worse than me? When you flee do your knees knock? Soothing kisses in the blue copse Fairies smooch your shins, arms & face, & bite your bum with hunger Legs end, that’s why, my mechanics are manic, my eyes spy Thighs & the sky, riverine inclined, red as blood forest Its leaves as pages of separate books taken as cohesive knowledge