Wolf Tongue (9 page)

              SLENDER WAIST.

       ——————————————————————————

This Harpie Queen’s makeup flow. Her eyes dream. Her dry gin mouth lies.

    Gamboge pink you’ve rubbed against in a long time.

        Ribbed

           (wool, acrylic flamingo two piece on xerox

               Sue

                 shredding letters from a shredded

                    heart), torn,

            let’s go public, flattered in bedrooms & on

                floors.

                                                                               Red

   piped detachable pockets, blood stroked nearly, more

        DASH

              than CASH inside yr wardrobe of jalouse

                     cullote

                            evenings, tweed

                                   legs.

                                        ———

Crocodiling pleated fleshfolds. Filament bulbness. Stark

       schoolchild stockingtops

        I’ve never slipped clean. STARLIT BRAS

               & shimmy lichen

               gumboots (buckles

        & studs).

  QUILTED BRAND-NEW RAINCOAT’S VELVET BELT UNDONE.

          Kiss her 1980 strongly-stitched pale shirt.

                                  Love the Dirt.

                      She wore a kingfisher suede cape

& the added machismo of a man’s big silver stretch strap Rolex

                                 Which

                                 tells

                                 the

                                 Time

                                     
On her Ankles of Fire.

OBSIDIAN HEARTACHE drapes her in a scarlet Blouse.

Punkititi Amadeus moanings

tipped with skin.

Mad weather bluesuede pumps of Thea Cadabra, metal

pink beads shimmertexing

Inca sprints,

patent lips Undone.

———————————————————————————

Deborah, peeptoed silverama bindings.

Maxine, courted maribou trimettes.

THREE BAR DIAMANTE STRAPPER

TOED IN TIME.

————————

YOU ARE SURELY A SLAUGHTERMAN’S CLOG IN A

SECRET WORLD

OF RED SUEDE FLAME

tassel loafers

&

washable yellow Satin

batshoes!

Tossed applique mirrors glass.

——————————————

SLINK, high-carbon soles.

V-fronted

Alicante piping she Strides.

Fake leopard skin

dream,

ruched heels

&

interlocking sunray

stitchings,

YOU

ONLY,

KEPT MY MIND ON

Damson

Edges slipped

&

pouring Rain.

——————

Mouldy toecaps bring

me

Home to

footjam just

The Same.

—————

ALL THE NICELY PLYWOOD GENESES & TENDER GREBES

sink sullen brows in spit pools. Gob

runs, pension becks & nauseating stream crest

waves

of life with you.

Copy wreckage, glue driblets pocking baby’s face,

women I chased on the lawns of Albion.

ALL FAILED TO REPRESENT STARLIT BODIES LYING IN THE

LIGHT FROM 16 WINDOWS.

——————————————

Albion, your women wearing shoes.

Straps & thongs, shoulder

beads, pearl

dust, viridian eyeshadow.

I cursed her nasal whining uptight stinging snaps

of ultra-real.

————————

Strangers disease the hearte.

————————

Now

you’re behind each

stupid hill

we’ll

recognise the awful night

by

STARS ALONE.

I kissed my Errors as they came.

Sucked sick real.

Tears flowing on the bastard zero ground.

Snap, cool down, wind-up furnace

nights, chewed.

————————

She undressed at dawn.

She kept her shoes on.

——————————

‘I want your fuckdust children

if you want me to,

inside this carbon dress and

leather stocking

tops at Xmas when I left lovers

&

sank beneath each

footblood

sigh:

to you I CAME & COME.’

————————————

Pray to nothing and nothing comes.

Pink specs attack the dawn

delight.

             And You.

                If I cannot do it Now I’ll do it

                              with Someone Else.

                              —————————

               AND SOON.

AXEING bitchette, slight me NOT

when snowings bilious come.

Tears pour dreadful vinegar on

You.

So far, casual, putrid concrete

roadways, piling

mossgloves. Tinted, bending

forlorn gravelike

excellence, humming

lips & Tongues.

—————————————————————————————————

Simpleminded you have graced my Scissors

& still come clean.

————————

Neck chains.

Blot

love

come

now.

———

Ankle fire. Foot & fingerflame.

Swear a chain you forge in life.

TO SEEK YOU NOW IS POISON SURE.

     Thus you Say:

                         Fuck dots

          grab the scene

              & if you cannot

         Love me now,

                    THE DISASTER IS PURE GREEN.

   THE BULB OF YOUR HEAD SHINES IN THE STREET!!

          Icey love woman, icicle, melting

               dagger, chest water soaking

                   shirts. Blood

                       is what your letters say.

    Fishy tongue brides

                 crippled into sight

      of Thee: kiss each nasty limpridden

             edition

        of the Real.

   Power heads glancing, eyelocked, secret violins, Mozart

       swoops through rooms.

      ——————————

WE ARE
ALL
PRIMADONNAS ESPECIALLY WHEN WE

       SAY WE AREN’T (SWIRLING)!!

          ———————————————

      Dawn telephone blistering, I

                come back to you, snailchasing

                                      slowness unsubscribed.

      No council coalbunker for us Now

                       that we enjoy the palaces

              of ULTRA REAL.

      Hand in boot, & loving all the women

                      which you are,

                            NIGHT COOL.

I HAVE BEEN INSIDE YOUR OFFICIAL SCHOOL

          TO REPEAT THIS LOW BEGGING.

          ——————————————————

                       Dregs we suck

           to name the childe Gullfingers,

                  dehiscent peaching

                      fanny, pouring,

                          crawling,

                               &

                   SPURIOUSLY UNREAL.

Happenings come fast. Fat flows thick. Spew spews.

         Wheat porridge glue.

     THIN dehiscent fuckdust streams

                 their eyes

     when coming pollen Sun

           says Yes I Love You, But

           Don’t Be Bright.

         —————————    

Blessed suedefoam pollutes each hearty fugitive

            these cinnabar days.

         —————————

Blackfeather plaguepeople on the bastard sill.

Bitter

        sallow

                bricks of lime

& suicide.

             Kill acid Brides.

             Comb her filthy hair.

             She was my Pride.

HER DEMOCRATIC RATHOLE MOUTH DELIGHTS THE GUESTS

                                        & DRIVES

                       THEIR SECRET MUSIK SPARE.

  BREVE ME BRYGHTE clean green pearl. Breve

             brine supercharging urchin spunkette

                   dribblings into. All you

           drab caffeine mums-to-be.

  Shaved pork elbows, cumridden bras

                   & laddered leather. YOU

            floordragged, roughened

                 by violence, bangled

            tits & tots.

                 VIXENATED HORNON LIPCRAWL,

           BLONDE & REALLY GINGERED UP.

           ———————————————

                                          Fingered Up

  crawl. Do much of nothing life. Basement

             nostril windows.                

              ———————

  Bring my long-staffed pony, polluting filthy

        gangness. TOUCHED BY, in,

             bent over, creamery de la femme, overcooked

                   by women & worse. FLICKER

    bints beyond recall.