when he touched her wet he drained obsequiously in the shallow oxygen and hallucinated
My heart has asked me
Asked me to listen
My heart has asked me
Asked me to listen
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Do roses grow…when you have not seen any light…what happens there I do not know…
Biting his rosary to bits…
I did not look when he called on me these eyes I did not see
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Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.
when the night drags like a tadpole
undulating towards
metamorphosis
when the day seeks the night
rotating
blackness
in here an evaporation
deep wells of
milky way reflect
on the lighted
seas
where the boat rocks in
cosmic indifference
to
the slippery hand
of
Take me to the dark place
Where mother Mary’s halo does not shine
Feel my cylinder firing prostatic fluid
There is no rappel for you from these heights
of ardour
call mary mother
she can’t come
only
I
Hail Hosanna Mother Mary
the earth iconised with your
fullness and glory
Disguised with cold clear marble stone
Coloured in votive appreciation
hiding the scars and crucified minds
Lady lady mother Mary quite contrary
our garden does not grow
our pantheist stabbed in the heart
The well is full with dryness sucking and
anthropomorphising what’s not but thinking it is
Nature nature mother nature your us
not thee mother Mary
you are a
silent hunters
killing pure minds
with their
paedophilic priestly cocks
What does it take to react
to suffer does it mean
they will
inherit the
earth
is that how it is
seen
the lone lamb
against the
flock
you
the Vatican
there is no chance
once separated
and alone with
the monster
and his
priestly penis
the lamb is led to
slaughter
inheriting nothing
only psychic pain
physical torture and
degradation
BLIND-DEAF-DUMB-INERT-THE FLOCK
It started with a kiss, a hug, a share, a pat on the back,
A kind word, a rub of the hair
Aren’t you a lovely boy
It was all downhill from there
Signs and symbols the unknown the innocence
The dot on the i
Ripped from his bulging fulcrum
He says rub that little boy
The silent hand shakily knows
It’s not right, the dark mind is covetous
Feeling something but what he’s scared
Pull down that zip that’s a good man
Nervous unsteady tapering and tedious
Forcing wincing the smell- the encouragement
That’s lovely I’ll do it a fissure like bone
Veiny marbled purple white pink its
ocular slash stares back at him
before
He knew it a big hand cups his
Rub that go on rub it- up and down- up and down
Good lad, faster- faster=
keep going open your mouth
QUICK
he started to feel sick a rising tide pulsed up
against his hand
mammy mammy mammy
A mercurial liquid salty thick glutenous squirts
In his face-he starts crying- ah stop it
You know God said only the best boys
Crying harder-whimpering- sweating-wetting himself
You’ll go to hell now stop it
he felt
A slap on his face
and a sigh from his
HASH-REHASH- ####
The common starter drug but equally with the prefix‘re’ becomes what we see, hear and speak
what makes us equally full of it ‘SHIT’
All media pour out the agenda of incestuous manure until they consume us within our own slurry.
The pandemic icon is lines within lines over lines, boxed and caged in until we are sucked into our anus
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