Sunday, December 03, 2006

fiexed posting over herE and Here

Over herE and Here it was goin the sea washed hair glaring flooded and fixed__ indeed yes fixed, cut, goofballed, gunnysacked __ air weft _ con'trait' flipping good. Walk to of, clack to jam of white nights snow fording __ some thing as privateering does _

campd pride selving _ spindle winks!

'Fanny, don't bum my tits, you braggart! Infantile trains and derricks to ramshackle yer hoists, infernal conates sisphyean swish anatomical rapscallions. English is her e_name and love's biting ass her tame ruby-shipping rump. Hunkers to slaver over were the boys pantalons. Not mister nymph and her eleven by forted hexameters....'
ed on your ass. Jill hushy to her hussy willingness! shush yer scandalous mouth of diamonds . A jocund tart was better than none. A sandalous lesbic speech armed with plates, cups, upward standing houris. Low buttocked high buttocked sheer weighted the swayed hipping of her enjoinment. Restart camp once more, myrtles and Agamenonon. Nononon. Yes yes yes Come all me triolets, triplets to your wrong

trebleclef my eye! clouts Franny hovering the wings buzzz buzzzz something as that zzzzzzzzzz in the sound .
More anon good booknook. your shell fish have feet

okay heave

Okay! heave cutlass its brink to ready the earning dollars segment of your wheel. harm's way gone the past shares of twisted deposits coke bottles on the furniture. glee to their denim. Franny forgets a bodywithout pleasantry is library cooked for gone gone gees

Is that try tympanum you're clearing, in
your stethoscope lister of swing sharks clamour of bean stalk up the yueltide chair.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

gymnacope the second[E]

Agog! my boy its called agog! with it. More shall farrow. More feet. Its .


Huddling its fire. Stow .

Friday, December 01, 2006

a better of green hope

Baize, a golf course, a bottle of green hope, bootlegger, not licked to seven seas, when bending prays chart their course. not a singular sense of believing but more of its booming as when a child finds a god lancing the creed, knowing full well the time's come for leaving and the summer saunter has bended its intelligence gentlemen covet its force Earsheard the narrative had its becoming fissured to something fine a furze over pastures moorings unlent to its subject hopping a ride south to the maze and the gods are not an institute but a coarse cloth wearing a cape really learnt at the doctrines of presenting rage.

And some thing opens the door, a grace put by pillows, not cold by winter's hearth a first commenncement stelae and igneous hearing the carry noon and the star

Jill knows this sex's her thigh climbed to her love one_ two. After querying the place.

At an unplanned preview camps on the strata like any ball bearing bays the rue and sunset of royals.

She zing
She zing
She zing! the place

as Antioedipus

Thursday, November 30, 2006


Regarding trade you've been selfish as weed but worried as poor. Hmmm you think so Mister gag? is this ganglion ? or neuro pathway to gated lock, and city wear to aware this throng.

shunting the page. its clocking over the fastest route ever taken by verse and chase.

Over prerequisite forest heart of beat. Later we cover the tracking . Re-run in a dead its blasting furnace not furniture.

Is this Miss maxim chief? a belief in hair-pieces. Something as a quote collects the thing over a shadow's raise in the afternoon.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006


Baby saith Jill sang of blood and curse, the cutter slinking along bay and broom. Come there to this bucksome ranger.

"in the blogoverse of the curse of the gallant the
singlular hour of top masts me hearties, for swinging around the pike
the dromedary dromos
the top gallant mast
pipin the
furl foam
its loam
a comb
back and back its darling woes and summers the rest" Something her heard Orpheus say
phoned from the wagon wetter. cow thing. you know?

Its Mona's Mother Mary.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

flock folk



let's go

avoid the double shame of the familiar and the scholar. Scholiast to her frigging repent

Monday, November 27, 2006


Eros. Eroos. eros. such a whacky fire. morning is huzzah on the banker's win. Down to her pedal far of its ruin. Shake of its tea. Ombudsman to her budding . Or is it bud. Was lonesome to her lode star. This thing carried far to reach its gaming. Amble to the rock wait on the edge of the field. Thensome. Thensome sank a coffee right down her throat.

Thus was Jill dryad.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

rounded off

Rounded off

off the bell-shaped wind Mona's crinkly pass-

It's what happen in harbour of each Liverpool landing. Irish as the wake.
Hell as Irish. Windfarers, beware, pointed ears & eyes
rumour of landing,
and lent.
Not its hour purpose but precipice to the choice.

Jill Deleuze retires her willing vision, tucked codes to other cards and these

Saturday, November 25, 2006

M'ameselle Column

Over twisting column ma'mselle the cute!

Asian eyes to the banker of connundrumming.

Friday, November 24, 2006

this cant

This cant be your name Orpheus because lips breasts yearning eyes've seen its hercules delayed. By bending wheel and clay starked as the otter 's outdoor crook . Come in we 're moving perpinquity's row's clock. Clear to the end. Bottom to the close. At bay time swigging harbour boats tugged by puff shares allegorized by mummies chaired over donkeys a soul passing passes passing heavenward the glance in the eyes galvanized by narrow night day and its reminder between.

Jill repose her cupped hand over here its lover time the tryst.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

bowtie mirror

Inside this charged mirror its minor to its keeping skeptical of ruin
inverted a cone of measure was waning its frosty shell.
is that her she? peaking at some winding fist.
o my . word. of its lent.
Dock this boat, Dionysius. Shes orpheus to his welding .

Wednesday, November 22, 2006


coperate with my ass cleavage to your cunning|that is shameful to yer willing done
conch well. Shes bearing cool cocker for this molasses. Excuse them they doing what they done after the taste of wayward fumbles. Like socking gorillas, and repaired wire glass. Shes caliper to her rose double-hip.

So Jilly got the forest stamp. Wheeled apart, little one.

Buy a necktie brace for your hair
bow for yer stiff collar. Dress
for orinthian pell mell bates

Jillhas enuff of this to pause all right. But wont shes gone the goose to the berry the good to the gone the wing to the wand. What more can be done and said? its cheese cake in the lawn and long
brink to overwhelm her cause.

Later Fanny'll settle the matter for once and .

Tuesday, November 21, 2006


Gingerly snaps the greed, reed of her extensions over rivers and beds by the weir solo act of its penitent repair . And snacking on the ridge, doaty boys, foster kids murthering sieges. That make every sentence spare. Not so the hot willing of thunder and its distant calvacade . Dented by the wheel of its further alarms and alarums. O yer sitting plunder Jill to your have some make. Carry this wand a long way, then down its bridging tarmac. And pull its heart to you.

Monday, November 20, 2006

wax alliterating

Hugged welfare mother. Her bending plea. This fandango . Her orange skit. Not narrow, but sweeping with hair waved on the f.m.

Sunday, November 19, 2006


tide of its narrowing/Jill to its sweetness/water-bearer luck-charmer tapped by its four-belled hymen-pace and then winding sheet over glimpsed gays and racket-calm charmed-sea horse coastline in the entrance course its beaten-gold. Was earth to hair this way her waist lover's-line of the segmenting-becomes over oral-wave ululate-creek here then she eat his. Weight vase of the gilded god, glimpsing

Jill eyed the fortieth plateau over the neck worthy of its part Jill to her Jimmy come my damsel we eat and wait, over the lecture sounds, smoke and fall her lines of cerulean scarlet and damsel apple green

Saturday, November 18, 2006

to her mountian

geology wolf to my mountain cat, lnyx left toward the rear of caeduces . cat over paw airs the hour unkempt as any geled geology base.

Friday, November 17, 2006


seventeen was fibre and love yer hand cutting the gliding narrow page|Move it over. Novel. Now. get there. clear the package. Errors not included. She s winding its fare cutting past draught of cuttysark and clacked wind gages. Sextant to her compass Composed to her mode. Modal winks and hair.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

you long dog

You long to punish me. He longs to banish your fairness.

To lords and ladies tournament to this wrinkled air of mellow.
Kepler to yer banishment. Fizzled to the preach.
BabOom. BaboOm. What mouth keeps that in place?

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

tepid water

Ok! buster ! chill will you? chilling a captive. knock over the wood. of its if chancing.
becoming a ward donkey. stanking right to the bottom! bottom's up darlings,
check crowd,here. Say what

you behold by those mountain range?

sheer the lace around her curtains. She's holding her waist by his,
Jill tucks in her blouse.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

fourth plac e

She was three, they was four.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Frannny had had

Franny where did it go?, eh? literally on patrol as a weir
holding its manners knows better to fold its song.

Mona's amulet bearing this relic.

Piecemeal as any share holder realizes.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

deterritorialzing the deconstruct

As a smile works around the air, the area of a swoon a won time over hill

Saturday, November 11, 2006

voting for your loving

votive voting for your loving, staggering the tinker and shoe_shod maker the nail ing down

Friday, November 10, 2006


Promise to this gown its ebbing train . ANd then? frightening lion ramping the hill by a bird cage a robbing bridge gauntletted by rascal forests no forting halves dictioning her provocative pants . Pardon, you tripe of salad creaking by the higher wall where the trumpet seizes the flower
of matter. Privateering you suggest? a loathing so appallin no reef comes between you the pleating plateau before ebb talk merriment sock it to you baby the saints cantilever your derring-do. So sigh as every single hasbeen was been you been weird bin tyrant bin. A din of harrying neighbours,the glowerd sky, its cerulean fog startles the regime.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

fairest of jewels

fairest of jewels I have been your son


Aye Aye you have you have

these dramatic woodshaving off the mountain care

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

class rebel

class rebel classsique rebel. reveil of horns

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

this can

this can be your earth yor neighborhood she pause on serif coughed a slighting page. its rarity a symbol to need its believing. retrieve this power of state that chose the contrary to summer. Not married by will or rondels.

Jill hear this vivid. She has muted multiple.

In fifth doctoring wand her keeps his tune. Air to her bereft

Monday, November 06, 2006

fleece to burn

Hmm she was this oh that, a leaf in moth, berry in her beans, come to her hover mother. is this schizt flow the ebbed chafe knocking in sent waving bottom to the still bowler cap, and flipping it in the air, populous of her fleece leather leggings to the tip of her ass came off the forest laggin to her weed. come there lover. one. yer heart has peeled back the death.

because she was atheist she could not burn . its ordinary night. ordinary days in planting time and harvest was passed the depasse movement of coming backs . hand smell . tares . a period before and after and so it worked cheer to her

this becames Eve, no, Mona

Sunday, November 05, 2006


WiselY sagEly have cared

How wifely have they cared? its ball bearing camping down for the night. Not an asshole in view. Around the whole metric stew. She's charged with cash cache relent. Her sinful soup contrive. His spoken weal too coon, his cocoon rib comment.
This over here beloved. Over here, beleaguered.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

building up _then up

Religion this place. over the take out parish. Or the gold leafed bearing funeral. the somtime reel cape. or the frock of mates. Something elides the tower. Jill bears in the glancing glean . Land land land and science a pedestal of brayed ass licker ass lamas! Shush! you tomcat, its sage not to appear afantasy.

Friday, November 03, 2006

cabinet maker hope

Inside this one, her hand around his genitals
Maid to his maenad of its lyric she mouthed its word.
Cape of highway and blissbloc babye.

Imagines arms wreath. Hmm some tool, of her dirty vision.
Cockered to the foil her inhibitions're not made
but economic plaster to kickstart dialup duos,
Her .

Stupid. Mona insist this be all will flower.

Ok Winked two of its cup her breast
nape in his.

Jill .

Hmmmm comfort, confetti my love, do you you want to marry me?


At flowershop plaza
in the guttesnipe phrase, she's piping mad at his tailor made cigarette
to her maidenly homemade brew.

Cups to his ass, as any lover she wants to climb his love come.
Not vulgar but sweetful streethearting of her state beside his.

con_victed by

convicted by your ass i ve crawled to you curtaled sonnet crumblin hexameteric of hyaline hazard__
dash that swashbuckler dear one. She's Jill inher sandwhich board spontaneous _ one of croon . Shivers the cracker-barrel . Excuse Mona, we find Oona on the prarie dog. What dog is that? shifting the moon thunder over the light. Around the pair of dog thing like design her haptic pitch wayward to the unsure hope .

Prof. Deleuze shatters the kick-start base. Fanny mother the witch's foot. What lizard lick of lock is that winding yer filthy heat? You dog of stone, baited the prose sediement its seizure lent a bower rocked the rickety plovers by the dingle-tangled . Dictates time's reproach a patch of errant foolery .

Franny is saucy bold and blear-eyed, tail between her leg ferries the far tide of becomings. Or see can win the loose lover's quilt. Question mark after grammatical punctuation a breath to starts beginings end lee . Over the cutter's breeze down drops the basin. Diminutive darling you are swearing the peace cross cursing its thirsty hat, its hamper, its jewel. End period patter.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

was sweltered

professing the heart was hitting the spacious elbows sauntered the walk bard of flute, light of recording computerd the aorta of ciboriums and least of all her boxed children packing the winking lights weathering hours and morning

is that all Jill muses, wonders. Heading back to lecture hall the booking fills the room instantly hundred entreat the great One speaking his cross-word puzzle of a brain begging. No not begs, but rigs the Horus supreme symbol.

Mona O go back to an old book, will ya, Yearny? Hermlit Orpheus Antioedipus cant afford the glass-eye doom-gloom their pitch soft as the burnt night, embers.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

start car

start car was the finish. star gear was handler . or fob watchin. cat at star, bent went to fate. by nirvana's cake we were certain something arrived. Is it this fellow who cheats and whistle by the bye-bye of his double lust? she is celerity her only meaning, significance__ paid rent. Or details bythe repetition of grand canals and listings in the paper. Father Deleuze pinioning Jill g.a.t. detail to her intaglio self and brother to her hearkening deal. Ideal rent paid by spender. Fire feel and roar her way to store. Wishing the cache back the penny copper'd yuletide of content.

Thus Jill returns to studies foxy as any hen in the studio. Laminated by parakeets and iguanas.

Tuesday, October 31, 2006


Construes the hair the wine fasted lip. shaft her hip over her head. its like a tomtom at yer welding number.? phone this heart gater belt of lose. not sO pretty is it? a naked die.

Litter-littler ittler deconsr
uctions you said sinning your mouth serif to his long smiled south. clamboring for wooden countyside

Bigger constructing ahead. You come . to its hear. A seeing of your breasts.
A shape filled with eye glancing . Swaning its hour a mate of this word
in your mouth.

An enunciation of pleasure. She jouissance to this maid.

Orpheus kick start a maid to her pleasured saunter here
her lover.

Monday, October 30, 2006

closed up

closed up _ Searcher. Inside the table of graved word spelling hierophant to this chimpanzee. She dont force the seconding of its text. writing to his gravel. knees to his scrolling. Bending show pate. Showing merriment in posse chases. Hound dogs on the trawl! SNackerS in the beat. Badinage for berating . Come the polemic is grown depth before depth league on background playground ruined city far flung hotel prices. Not a sown hour to ridge its teeth. Sewn bodies as well. Coming to my thougth, Jill to her laggard. The guts of choir masters. Or mothers. Sister Nun 's played her part well a sex queen to her jazz. So Jill has monstrous men to her cruel chin, a cliche to her heart's article. Not sockered like others, but socketed to every thin place in electric pandemonium and love. Love love its kneeling face. Calibrated.
Now closed up its not necessarily sewn in however close close volumes close, and near.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

this is

thi S sizta 's gotta be yer contract'd basin for copping out . her bones talk back to her in the save hhis wish dawn, brilliant dusk of her abiding deal to him. His body st amped like a waiting track record waited, stood still. What's the deal, Jilll shelves going down on her she took his genitals in her you know where and when, a comic relief if ever there was one.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

11th yR.

1leventh year assmeblages scattered, called to come
a reason to leave this world_
goin going gone.
gone gone

day air unbreath
not caught in hook breath
cuts the siege _ off the Metro train
rumbling the far cat, cat-call

Alors, Fanny _ j'ai malade
respire de desire ces vingts annees et plus le mort
the mort more of death its heaving giving breath
bracken in the cruel blue water

2iem pleat et plat_E

sick pick
at noon dice not barring the thing
or death know its name
channeled by body flood

Friday, October 27, 2006

To the question

To the question hand seeking her vase

Thursday, October 26, 2006


CounTrySide has ferried a tryst. Brooked by commanders and suggestions|||

Not a bourgois folio is what she have.

Aftered the hour.

Oh JIll knack-kneed forward the air, its schizogene her final lair. This chart of poor. Not so careful as our kingdom come to bleed its dexterity . Is a sentence rule the thought before. What shall it think before? as no before was become its muse, ever. As for going now its now is present to its pleasant maze. Mona frankly according the moment. Jill re_phrased.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006


over your various narrow huffs this is sweet

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

those to come

Those to come here this.

Hear this those that were are weaned by its rosy .
Not so.
Was it eat?
or Eatery?
along the line of your Oldsmobile we decked the car.
Carried you out to the futher plate.

Met you there, spoke had coffee. It was inside the Involute
yes, recalling harp strong and stringed by ringing.
Or tellin this ever for now its wait and see posture
forever see costume
mink as any ferret to the fence

Monday, October 23, 2006


Investiture. of your . neckpiece. hairline fracture. a fax to your love. er guy.

Moon moan Mona recaliates halt to this say I.
Of numbered tatoo the billing of it cannot be savoured,
you see?

Chic adornment of double eared. Havoc stinkered!
Laughs below laughter. Ironic as lingua . over the cowbead
and the feathered bow.
By sunset drive and gallow grow she stave it off stage o'er stage.
Its union steady glow.

You know? you know what she means?
you see what she mean
what I mean?

Sunday, October 22, 2006


Pillar'd scored looped abound thy love

Verdana Mona in the
mooring meadow
ceres the bucky
chapbook her
sweet ruff of her pillow

Saturday, October 21, 2006

over these eyes

Over these eyes I am your lover.


Kerning thy wills.
Submit this piresi sheet .

Prurient priest of dialogue .

Not . Some other thing, some other thing.


Gaped this way. Waylaid. Is that what?
Crumble thing

AhoyAhoy! Starboard lens!

Friday, October 20, 2006

wE earlyed plateau

In crusted pleat plateau clock'd the barried

Thursday, October 19, 2006

MinImUm word wage

Minimum words was his wage. Wage of semantic

Cut Dry Rope!

skedang !

something like Mundane blonde, you dig? its chic on the far side of things, its ocean view a bedrock of dumbdeath. Over the well, a star peeper. Yer peepers clocked waybeds and billy bootings. Cahoots with the rock and rollers. Was this the seconding trade of triune felt rope? destiny?
painting Mary Joseph and Jesus on the feast of the Immaculate Conception. Its rivers and tear
a doubt for you.....

Shush, as Prof. Hat pinions his wheat clappers on you. BY the living lord of the rude rood!

Death aint no sin for your wage. Care is not your package, and the hilly hills of backwood Dublin not your fate! Or pate as children know who know any womanhas a destiny in her head. Belonging to doubt and gruel. Because chicken is what doubt eats, and gruel is what they feed.

Then so, so this, sow buttons, sew buttons on .

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

new face prelogue to

logged to the shatter'd pintle

Canaanite Catatonic god of river and air
of wheat and bowls
of cloud hop and murk sing
of because and behoove
of please and flood please to backriverwinding brooks of crest callop of
bear . Bearing. Hear troop taxied over to castle .

More after good book!

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

tireLeSs wolf

tireless wolf. come to my hut


Tireless wolfcome to my hut _ she hung his face, AntiOedipus daringthe death tap three fingers to sheeted wind-buff, wears the knock-knob in his handsome face. Excuse this pray she reversed the charges scrum to this loving man her sonself to her daughterbecomings. Word-dell steer-cong and tee-fowl . What rong is that works the minute pavement of its telling?


Monday, October 16, 2006

empty bear

Empty starts begin her fate. Stasi and wonderous as the heroine her thighs glide repeatedly his face. Not a simple word, a long wound steadying its pierced perfect mark. Humdinger to a song she hums under her breathing . Mona wreathed her pleading quilt, beggar to his truth. Bearing along his sweet apple . Cider to her finger nailed hands. But not long to his bearing.

Sunday, October 15, 2006


Ample to her breast. Couched by riddle Venus to her swooning.
Gifting to her bearing covering the East side and the North camped out bivouacked of Desire tents Lucifer's brood, the hell-flock rowdy as old get-up lessend but not greater by the One's hang out decided fate uni-verse controlling. Single as we wish are happy givers.

Hold her breath for you to see Anti this zipper glow in the dark sweet sensual to pay for the blossoming . Or wait, you turn you turn the contrail studying its heats, burning off hand palm to craft her upturned gaze. A gauze word worries the least making moment of tempest and tomorrow the storm.

Because she's heard the path, an areoplane flies low to her keen.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

kerning_ this end

Kerning to pla ce as it were a kind charm which smiles. Shesh she conned this already fruit face and yer fair winds hearken to the back her charming stroll mattered mile. Over the wood
past the farm a cigar flickering dame chicker, sparked by the hail raid in her head!

Come all ye faithful . Guts a_wrapped feet.
Kerning more

Kerning again.

Friday, October 13, 2006

is it Soon

Is it soon she carry the comb ? come over here mouth to mouth its glimpse of smile into my heart.

Rebate yer back haunches you whimsy cool! yer link led letter is tinker to this thaw!

Excuse us as perused the mellow speak of will's burr really a
body comparted to love's wicker, its soft jelly.

WIll Jill never have enough ? is she the end of chapter
one billing to volume two and her hunker comb dare?
a love keeter?
Kepler to her navigational noggin wheel
Keeper you mean intentioned by flayed ensconced to her
glib reaping not shadowed by the Grim guy!


Jill ferrys backwards, but fast!!

Thursday, October 12, 2006


there were berries and washing wood where he took her stooding of its mother'd pace. glimpsed her glance her face to his love bound fate.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

revist by your haunted

haunted by your pocket book, revist the hour a kiss gave us. my nevermore. honey where. come visit by yer pocket-book your pic locket, yer knapsack . Or say Jill has dinner for two in an Indian restaurant with an oyster for one, what does She do?

pay the rent, hear the dumb phone ring, meander to the city of contrivers worry another day by back beating and humming along with the traffic

Can your fiction redirect this diction, its hesitant heaven ward guarding the call the clarity of its thought?

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

we are

We are briars to your oui sweet canoe of lip to her reached to you.


or is that wreathed to your ring, heap of clear.

Dwindling by London enter canal and wait.
Wait. Wait for light.
As a painting by an impressionist clear the air
and sometimes a listener seeking
grabs hold of the hose
fire dousing her spare part
she calibrates her mate loving his thighs
his hand near to her in betweeness
alover's memory
strength in the biding glad


JillFranny tuckeroo darling dainty we
aint so sure so sweet on yer suet
Dig it daddio!
haul that microphone over here you
overlyricists self-spender!


Monday, October 09, 2006


For us you are handsome lover, her pearls glitter to his eyes. Shine sweet fair, over these mounding time.

Vice to your vizier


Shipping they call? it, bale of baloney! Balonely sobbed
viol clarinet of curlicue wigwam

Sunday, October 08, 2006

agreement of

Agreement of discord and the verb subject flutter the between ness of its sowing caring. Cares nothing of verb agreement agencement with subject. What rather curries this favour, to lending card galore, a chocolate milkshake plastering her head. Heading north, or bound by rule to come her thigh, we silver lover visit.

Mona's fluffy fop's not corrected this. |
Case. |
Number. |
____________________________________ |

Saturday, October 07, 2006

water fountain

embryo water fountain sputters the gear out of her mouth spout to the top of rainbow


like a mouth near any ear a mouse

capers to its content
bumblerina to its bugger.

softly you geezer
Lions roar here belling their guard
of pride and its cutting mule

tiger to her purr Over Mona's
waistline a chariot growl


Friday, October 06, 2006

bottom up

bottom up spread around arounding the floor working its tame tangle

why be mad when you can pray .

fumble the carpet near yer heels. says Mister Del candling the hind light
the holding light
not wheeling the ghetto blaster or the gyre of thinking

Bottom of her pants where the pull of gravity's stare was nothing but this bliss to
her repair. No come on, silly willy, Orpheus wont blow a horn that way!

Get out of here, will ya!!!???


Franny go home, come back come black. these darkening shuffle
coal of oil charcoal of hair


Rinsed by the tarried thought.

Thursday, October 05, 2006


wheel of content indexed by the tablet her kidney our kidding blazes the conned character blessed by the hidden alcove the groove of her extent

this atun god of the quick fox weird eye tweaking the end
cumbersome as the loose tie

rattling the chunky larkspur or the morning owl
homily kindliness paired the taste inside her mouth
cowered with kissing she's spending fuel and ray
sunlight of her lower lip

locker of wheat

Franny meeting is meeting the Paris of sent its bookshelves full to lean


Wednesday, October 04, 2006


Dont plod this trave. or tine to her frost ear, paring tooth to her comb soot. Pearly hour to this year, yer scenting wave profuse to each catch-as-catch can. Up here is eglantine, a hierophant to his glimpse.

thedaythe nightwas riveted by plain of scribing terror. volcanic ash to hurry along her swain longleft.we sorcerers know the way to stars, and blank heavens.In Persia we found firmament and persil.Not parsimonius, or Petronius but love.Her body. glued.Antinous, Orpheus, and splayed Sapphothe other double . One.'

Shitty afternoon she haggard. After hour Paris, not swagged by dear and boars-hound ,it was a phooey shirt that telled of Paris' and his sweet tucked bat. Shoo! not so a gooey-goo-goo, or a mooey-moo-moo, of hey-di-ho and . Marble and air, he is two of them in bed with him. Head by head, and lip over double lip folded his arms a curl. Vase.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006


aced placenta bodywithout heart organ. Anti was zippered in the zygote . Tackled by sheets of the aleatory or whirled by the porthole or stethoscoping her heart sizing. Assizes Assizes at the 14th coming to prosperity for the burying ground __ action mass form and Giraffe griffon, pontoon _
ribbon ostrich or say the quiet dance of brushed moss You my dear are all these things, remnants of a spoon in the oily coupage of the kitchen . A taboo say, a flask of tumbling gaffs turned

the page when the prose went storming its pediment giddyness. Or someone tries to sense it,
our loves double by pairs, lines cut into hope, grabbing at veins, parrying fruits, vests and breaths marrying moment of air. This and other was her sermon on the plateau of bed and bends.

Monday, October 02, 2006


Move this yer heart logic of underway backgap, near way side pinch glowed dark at win of keel and Oedipus hear(d) at candour of one when open the leg over which it was and simple was kin at its pitch bound base the puttee there knee and the one tin woo its form ground waste forgo forbear her skirt high waist of the sand in Negev tasted ware of its lion based rampant

huckster the wind round the bedpost and you want this come to it dawdling round the basement in the archive over by his mouth, you 're bending the bottom the waist of your knee high self, over roof and pastern O wobble of horse, galloped by the weir of its cart. Notthe sane of it s cable double dement recondite as spring, spring's eye cry to you.

A tear wet the case. A cannikin slake yer brain.

You come here see this leave, yanking (leavings) its input to you, chiaroscuro backdrop life, he puts on the famous metal hat, squaring the ridge of your jaw,a lady's receding hairline, wishing to back bunt so as to push your page, ring your sweet heart.

Jill know there is a sleeve her, chilblain to her effort.
Bessy waitress come to reconnoiter the hour, telephone.

Whirr of coronet to shin and skin palpedto amaze. orgasm of pre-oedipii clacking again feet. Or written wrist elbow and EyE.

You come hear, you will never see it again. Go back to where I come from with your hair lined festoon, to brag your back. and Lover.

Steel that, or then its iron work girder , Mona gangstered by the Paris translations, the early work and middle level, shanghaied ridden in the schizoanalytic trunk. Some dead coiffure there, not a calotte's burial cap, or some twisting thing of hair, you come over its eight o'clock you do not leave, Mona come back to the door, Mona come back to the door, she walk she walk to the coffered, ceiling the nave, the vine worked side of the rear window, anchored, by her strumming, Mona went to the fruitvine, sending her name to the fair in the _

You were coming there, you saw here coming adding a fool to a list of ding dong dings dong, and rest. Not some caterpillar making its snake of a nest bifurcates its next of kith and kin.

Before it come to dusk, rider handy as fish, turnin the caltrop , scroggin line, on the palomino huddlin' the rain .

Sunday, October 01, 2006

was rain

'Jill her seethe'

her grown there is no home, streetless, streetheart, smile to her gape-teeth, tethered, herky-jerked by spastic and cut-rate, whore as the snore of Gulliverette, cape clasp to the wrecking ball. He covet her dare dingle dyad. Not so, is Mona, a share forest. but lover's lock, in bounded beat. Of the air of command, suggest her fob a tray to hurl humans in.

That was that of calcium forge a piano key, forewing to her coarsest miller. Nada to handy-andy fellow, speed to her specious jingo. Page of what was her breast, touching on his eyes.

Saturday, September 30, 2006

the Hill then

Mona reconnoiters the hill. Permission to come aboard? she's wheeling in
the landing gear, standings quays on plains, planes and rain. Rapid stance of
fair wind to howl over the Newfoundland banks, river of great bank
shoal of fish thousand in their school to the space of density
its wealth unheard weather of .

Chain of command seconded lifting upheaval pillage medieval
this and that her skin face near next to his you see it
necking something awful a weird glimmer and glance
galvinating the plate

Seconded tasty wheats, raspberry patches under Frontenac bridge
and theyre talking about war its their business talking about
rumours wars armies
ever relenting fever

This summer Franny followed me over the furtherest point nose out to ocean
Atlantic trawling the summer's heat narrowest point where the Marconi cables dropped
right under the water the sea bed dropped away there run right across the ocean floor
where you'd like to be ocean lover and me we stared out there imagining wondering
centuries of wheat under the centuries of cedar wood under the floor of the ocean
the floor of the ocean and its shining path hazed here to eternity's green glimpse back
earth the gloaming floor earth's pasture

The other time was Cape Breton I stood there
here was the spot where Marconi's cables reached
thousands and thousand miles leagues the deep abyss
weird mustering of courage and energy to do that
iambic hexameter in the rolling furling fir wave
echoing rolling hunkered hungering their trawling fist of spume
combed over and breaks the covering call of sea over sea
the boats raise their lids back down on the sheet of wind
barnacles and sea crust treasure aloof wheat of sea box
troved by the mariner his sea bed deep in the deeps
walrus laden bed

Mona hailed to me

under Marconi's stands Mona hailed me

Take a cab flagging me down

Friday, September 29, 2006

port then

port then to move here it's there was worn
sober place
of lightening set on fire grief face fallen timber as a wood that's fallen wren worn
with the ligh't fire wood tallen fire wool as a fire that has fallen the face
port then ship enter then unguent

Thursday, September 28, 2006

come to a fold

come to this door reveal. its pendant swoon . over mockery and grave. not silvered by hour or sentry of night. not fraught with keys and odiferous maze. or tempted by courtesy won't speak and shes knock over frayed kits and dryad to dyad her heel paired face was stoned to its shorn important glimpse.

Is this her theory of schizo waltz?

was her ancient mesage _ tangy powdered heart? womening the m ares . In fronted page uncurled the locks of tillage. It matches purple to her emblazoned skirt the flare of cambering field the old wood and could. Mister Templar stares his seed her gulping expression!

Mona fills pregnant!

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

revelry bell

Jill caromed . Its reconnoitered apace . Bell ring tower the long wheat of its hair
spun shape around the hull or the port side wishing the heel the wheeze of its
turns clacked squeaked creaking the air hour long turn . Then handsome
as filling rain on the stopping ontological walks, she .

Come to your quicksands my darling

Tuesday, September 26, 2006


Kerning recall that? Mona strife kill the baffled fiacre or Arce a fair ground
ground swell bursting its shell bound fish . Tackles the
thing its orient slave a thing as says that. Mona's jewels, Oona,
weathered the laugh pleasured the craft filled with ballast
of bevel forest . There __ ground ___ Land. A sight.
See for sore eye_ s.

Kerning for eagles and high

Monday, September 25, 2006

edged ware

Traditions you revise troped the hurt Eye of its lent. slipping round edge.
not coffee where you speak. wrought fair of child stamp.

She walked as she walked to the node of its cunning
edged leaf every space of thought a crimping in her style
led to leads of communion feathers of better dears
dares to her narrative a box of tears everywhere
every which way she hung she held the poorest there

So Mona's fraught gills

Sunday, September 24, 2006

single in many come back

Single in many come back. This is your home. Wears the tearers now you see the songing sky was
elusive a beckoning ? not a cross mast of glittering things, or sumptuous for its own indulgent sake
self-pity, a foregone conclusion cuffing you along . Mona she's the tent.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

sail of f yur heard

Sally off the herd, Sail of your hoover glom of night owl

Sail of yur heard, Mona's cry, fair wind

Friday, September 22, 2006

this was your brother

This was the one fair foot _____ Franny

Thursday, September 21, 2006

her worry cone corner

her worry was bent double in the caves. something a Plato might consider for repute and other matters. Something like the star studded night and somehow, or other, AntiOedipus a monkey's wrench if there was one, sentencing somehow a mirador knew there was nothing
a vacuole _ sprung vortex toted a song, not Tottel's buried ground, and the others unanthologized were riffing the riddle superior times and less superlative. Of her hands and feet, mocked my name.

Stop that period somewhere you fool! constructing a face's always been a pastime for you and others, and the scent tracked down missed the only loss that counted. Counted for you and others. Who knows, what symbol chalked its dust over boards of pagination authorizing its copy cast sound?

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

your bending noon

On the south shore of your dressing it was this. Glimpsed in the nethermost fairground. she finding his body at the end of a theory of still otigraphs _ or some affair mild mannered as caring fatheer prattling pirates are prone to becomings. Excuse this larme of tear based basalt. Gather down into the geographies of patter conating .

becomings blossom! As dull as suddenly sobbing Fanny wounds the ass of gold Gilhead merging south with north the desire plane foreheard time out of all will, its buried narrow pate not a guitar a future of strong strings clasped a wrist, starving a wheat. She is knighting her catatonic shiver to his spine.

Of these and those she know a place.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

return the malatesta

return the malatesta, fashy its oakwood and measure masculated

sperm wishes to your goodness gracious catch the feted doll of old. not the quirked up narrative diction's dummy . Oeuvre de Oedipus 's soaking wet. Come on , get the quid right! its a deer we want not a goat! you fool sulking fffffarcial carpet-bagger!


Mona gets this protests with the greatest of agility . Nubile storms to threaten
her nose, strongholds to hazard a guess. This geese of content languages the start obvious verbed noun easy way off the paradigm of her gutter-sniper press. Pressings you laughing hard-hearted amaze of diamonds. Be bystander humble and bumble . Shusssh the weird call its snack cut the between jobbing over the receipt of tenders . Excuse the wrough air of its sand. What grippage moves away from the lent. Pending its review of narcotics and gazers.

Something like this and other star takers. Mona gots winds of this, had enough, . Gathering enough to assert Swell the word Swell in the American style .
A little cheeky bird. Comic to her relief. Pellmell to this willin to fire. Clad the mountain of its biffed up grief. Houred by the street of interestings and the treads of gazelles, she pause.

Monday, September 18, 2006

18 we 're drafting honey

we're galleries gaffing into planes of chilling wearing the somber aware its harpoon the linger of terraced child face over the Knight's whose not home shes carried her lance a field phallic to her gap missing a false part combined of knees what tare over the temple swore its need to that yield of her wearing over a meadow grace to her pigening cope.

Mona glance a gear inside a prince anagrammatical her bear down body ball bearing his enclaved conifer reveal. Of such was these and they. Quandry to super deluxed voice over and victory. Khartoum to her belly button. fleet of its bifurfating . Not some bow when the galley hung over the drapery to her feet slipping her tides to her dazed afternoon of cuddlings? she wore this navy Mona did dandling her knees to his facing her.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

marched the overhead

Marched the overhead glimpse of fictions. her playa and beat manacled by hour prayer and fish. friday the keel washed or rushed over its bent over dory frayed in the twisted whacking sheet of water. Not a wart on her visage but a face glimpsing its past swifted by shallow waters upended in the never returns ikon, in the repeating repeating medium her hour and day her hour and day bending the back benison of boom Boom Boom. I sat watching the body curl back, body-without-organs O her lover, succubii to his outcubii her bitexting strong breeze to his siege. Is that a social worker, Jill? or the negative span of the forward march, call dhow down river call forwarding to her sleeve up the voice of her cupping and race. Her lover kiss by mouth of sound over the travailed wave, forged sound to his mouth to mouth south to sucking north to their melted. Hmm he say, come to this cocksman his existential memory hip to your again memory recall Oh lover , lover.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

what shall it spend?

what shall it spend, seeking years? or weighed hour peaking its fostered tears, coming by the pity and terror her buttocks uprised like the youth that was her smile. She says to her other self body man come inside this anus ride in there-here where presence is absence hang gloved emptyness, not the map of what is a crying fortress helicopters banging down onthe heads of ladies in tents, their cries wont hear this, contracted forest of what she ignored in him. How could she speak to this,threshold on its edging night edifying the peeling prayer of its barebacked lent. The florence is packed with widow and flood, washed away by the vulnerable second of nature's mash war's kicking down smash or. No, hold its word. Spent. Nottosay its care was, easly the door walked off. Saunter to death. Of what is keen and bickered over by the war mind shoving its give me a room plate. I am sheesh to your pair. Eyed buttocks saraband the incapable mean marched past her eyes alluded narrate, carrot of morself, aphasic touch gasped ago gone fast, investigating moorings undone torn polish from scuffed yer genitals . Whoa. Whoa. Horsey this cape wont journey its name over other feathers, or wear your skirt, yer mast stick high girl to your boy dress, its void void mothering its merry miracle this lasso and shackle.

Friday, September 15, 2006

will forward fair _ lee

for'ward. fai. r. lee? no, not so, the shrinking zero thumbnail its creaked thing over Mona's passage to body. Jill standing still. Language giving heft. And the snow over autumn's beat, its beatified body of rain, plucking the string_ of harpischord when the wing and wish was pert to its magnficent. Time andthe impression she holding the hour of christening baptisms reasons to stay around this world, its prose enigma a sign to the believers, beleaugered in the pool. Sometime it would be in the woulds, and then steps away from here then and it's was , she wheeled the running fortune of London. Sapped by passageways. Finally Mona, coming to Paris, the telephone booth it's Jill's namesake a carrying on thing to makr the end of threshold or where great grammar bits carry their weight. She marries the wicked hebephrenia of her chance to a sentence speaking the Italian idom of rome, sacking and vengeance. Who speaks this langauge of her double armed body around yours , triple backed in this bed?

Thursday, September 14, 2006

twin twain

is that a twin twain or a draft overhead? agencement de of of . word cough over the precipice wordage to Jill's ever fairy selving. Of bitextual amending there is ever the one thousand smaller larger wider soon to sexes its weeding earn's heard the wayword pound. Compound its blossom over her heather :Jill flagging this part catching her winning suvey _ above land and heel _ taste of rasberry in the sniffing air, wearing is embroidery last gangs of grange workers overing its sediment tast of her lip. Bending to the spooning out of her _ candle sexing in her shop of under_driven caring_distrubtion_ consumation _ amnese of orthorgrahy . her fine heard thing, apparels its garage inside a dog's wolf, harries over her sauntering ass, ears the wonder of his head. a word without morphematic pillaring. our love is socialized hours of reckoning.


twain cheer or harvesting /shipping off/ nearing/death/shore/carom weight/
shalom its piece or rivered fleet its skipping hedge was fat word of coping cloud
bearing on latitude and ink was up to the arms in her shit not so was
franny's first stand her river worn washed mother of arms

this would be silk enough to consubstantiate its bliss
or parried by a brother's elbow gleaning her hip

or savoir fair
her hip savoir faire in a close booth, a bottin of mellow
wristing affair to clutter up her saw-bones.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

yer feet were facts and fat

Fat filament the dispatch of contra or otherwise a mustard plaster syncoping her jaw. She squint-eyed come over the flower of its ostrich ugly. Downward the sleigh. Roughing the back .The beck and recall of things as hangin drapes do.

Square-Rigger bears a body of molecule ride. Or she's huzzah midden morning. And something as these were there first as not forever but the goodness of gondola the plateau her cheerk was test-drive to fortune's rifty dealing out of thing, a blessed bravura to her gangs. Now she spoke of ganging, what asethetic query is that of inside those heart-missals?

When she went tete-a-tete not part to whole Franny's whole bean bag was crippled, like the Jolly Roger come hanging down over her rag. Body of soldier and not fighting fifteen days abroad she's inverted the order, the pubic triangle of the star case, yes Star gazer, she signified star_case_ Greetings from the high tide of her cloak . Again weep the total rotate of clowning figures. Not the small of yawl, but a peacock's corolla . Fair one _ Jill the dally.

your feet

Look your clock is near a fear I've seen stranger doves than a choir dog, or
priapic ass twiddle your thumbs. Jill shirts the passing hour, something a cloth word to catch
cheap rates to Joy base of all things will pass my proverb is yer clickee somersault of
shins up shins down, shudder me not the day. Gorse and bleeding airs, numb the fact of her calm lux feet. Earth talks of what is this ? Now sidelong her tran_verse side off the ledge, the mantle-piece perhaps, a eye freeze? a nose could? if there be solemn in this, let it allegorize now its territory of lame givers pretender to conceit's easy toad. What toad is that you pick ? crying Jill shaming Mona as for Oona the away one of France and other mystery she is something as dumb as gender. Sickle the half-tone colour of her skin skin skin skin.

So then





Tuesday, September 12, 2006

love's ditty


trasnalted for metapfour Shriven Mona! pushes hair a girl's body a man a waylaid lady lawn... a wrist to shocking ease. Four rounds for every five Mister Sleeping riot... pardon you? ... what liver is this? on the embyronic track... circling evolt of crump crump crump flip-flop... step by septimus rendering September the sperm counting ... feeling surreal rigour and contrasted busted out monotheistic lab.... a rinth Amaranth.. weighted & freighted ... Go wee prophet yer dear dog is perished the thought the word of origins is indigenous to yer socky fan club... A troy to bury.... yowls! What? what? shit Jill .. what the hell is she doing standing there, lip sullen as the day... the dam day again.. the amnesic aphasic ray of light
under-knees pull my antioedipii I always look for the bacillus of immunology
versus ontology Oncologies! too for that matter... hunky Jill mutter... epsiteme letters not betters... sockets the way back - breaks the mobile letter of the post - Mind now she is mounded the same as other brilliant hay makers, the carrot on her stick willing away the detention centre.



Foam made her whistle bones laugh its scarlet taste a rutheless high to comment something gone buried burned worried to death gone with the fever its taste a common place to holdings .
                                                      Or then it was it. Or knot . Combine. REfine a toothcomb . Jill knows Mona was balking at end games . Near the start of sharing its oily comfort. War cannot be discoursed like praise.
Epicpyschidion to this knave of diamond fattened tools. Or utilities to rent. Sank stone.                    How to .
For every body without organs she cuts another. Beamed by woodland or parking crews by god's old home. Not a stocking in place! she's fourteen carats gold! What bullion of puckered folly is that Little chimp?

                                                                    Over there then you go  ~ ohO!heave!


Monday, September 11, 2006

love's petal

Anti you zing the place why think yer so smart with yer snappy shoes and
your gaits of Greece clomping along the stair sandals and wooden pegs
of yore . Its pent grace not used by the air of trouble and gloss its forehead. For_take by a sentence trusting its nave enters the space of union .

Not troubled by air fluttering the gutted candle. Are these dappling hours to cover your choice, freed of the hour and day? Not so, causes the sole act of your spine and care.

These_ jump where you have prayed.

love's pedal

Love's pedal, according to Mona, grew and grew flew over flue till there as it was in other seemly cased knights, none before pending alarms and spending quicken'd the hour of its deepness. Was this anyhowold way to bemuse a lady? she thought her spoon was packed filled with the clock worth's amaze_ not meant and meaning her stare, she orders fuel energizes heaps of bookings, knowing the mothers of wisdom are her friend.

Many mothers not one friend she gasps in his arm, stretched pole to her telephone. Lent by leaguers and lover, filtrating to his stemed cell research.

It is surely a lover's way my darling. Pause Pause Pause.Seraph and window.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

love 's littel ship


Love little ship wentto heaven its reading bound glance caught in the culvert waves of its hunger. baording passes dished out to all and sundry a navy boy to man her boats. Shipping free deliveries of boats and pens!

Jill cushioned by wave hushed the fairy wound of it mashed potatoe gear. Over the side of geology she had stellae ingneous rounding. Lair cape to her tongue his smith biased baize to a long awaited


Saturday, September 09, 2006

huggy dory

Simple hurt gat of world beat, chives the hatred, sullen as a prarie mule
cutters the world its excess not simpled by hour coveted over rain cloud
knife fork then cheese, roughing the air spent by dimes and dinners,
not clothed to the caring hour but snickered by its off hour caring
or something for Jill to harlequin about_ In New York, Paris,
or rainthe Vendome fall apart, snagged by s's and oedipus
surges not the anus covets the bear, or the bay when singing past her rooster you come in wandered to your pace
soul thought to her harbinger and because the world is what it was not a second thought
glances your way, galvinates your path, what he is skimming she is skimming composed
by the substance of its narcotic wheat. Cleat borrowing the unique hour of its tendance,
a nullity graced by second helpings, plates to serve the dinner, fragments pour
the sentence .
not hustled later Jill pulls the chain, pushes the pen, pneumatique
over the unhearing noun, shackled its hatred stares everywhich way

Friday, September 08, 2006

body without organ blue

this then would working to its coastal rift. ~ cover the hue, mile into shank hip over processing . Mona fangles the Jill jukebox to her billy boots.

you dig, Mister Cyberbusterbuttocks?

"Jolly Jill hags her mouth hight,her foolish folio up to no good, a bad woman, tarting on all the fields, puffed sleeves slaggard to the breeze of dealing cards at the poker table she's wearingthem down and up putain to the accordian, a real Frenchman, she is a whore double backed with any beast from the avenue, le boulevard, ou le matin, not some sheep dressed in wool to kill any ox, but a whore, stuffed with pots of geese, duck for a sidedish, moose meat for dinner, roaring athte furnace, calling, shes' been a bad woman all her dirty life.

Don't fuck with me, she say, cuddling the didloe up her arse, slap dash harlotshes painted airy-fairy her made up spewn eyebrows and ears, fat assed, crumbled cake pie/ THisis what you get having babies and hanging ears, cabbage roll to her ass, pillow.Darning wool to her socks, a cheap psychosis as she's poor as shit. Notshite bearing on the thong she once wore for a rent a divorce hubby, not a hubcap to state her case,
but narcosis and death. Anger is her sign of the time,crime her bed ridden fellow, fake homosexual, monger and malingerer ."

So Prof. Deleuze hankerchief. Or hair piece, eye-piece, body-dally, body-fall.

Clothes the body-without-organ. If she was a profeseur she was not the usual. Parasite of second-grade ideaology. Or like whats his name from Toronto hangin on torn welfare checks, bullshitter galore, Al the fraud.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

mid year

mid year was harvest hardest on the gleaning effort. the tool of wrinkling her eyes, over eyelid . for the avenue it is as that workings of page rueful pretext of sorrow not hankied and crushed by mittens and summer fair as fair lover to hogswheel hogshead hogs body. when that urn spills over your feed, Jill warning eyeing the tray. In Montmartre I looked out over the wind hit backing the tree burying its fruit, dusty as the train wind, or the station at Gare du Nord, back to back from clinic to click clinic sick in each hour, not a second to reprieve its forking trail. In the restaurant we stood, eating joking hexed by chiefs and their bureau. Arrondissdiseasement de hell .

in the catch of her visage, face to play crown and glory its face to face her self same mirror to her other body sex to mouth its full swan sought. A heroic skelton plays the sheath, burying the living by tongue and thought, tonight its a chick, tomorrow its a horse, a henpecked yuletide livering its goariest hour of content, a chant borrowed from a crooked nave, not something to conceal or have a brief about . A water fountain flourishes by this passage, canaled to the weak wind, the aroma of baking goods, shadows of antiphonal notes, and airs, to package the svelte deed. Is it frosty in that dry heaven of logical positivism or the far off shapes of this calendar? City column war heaved by cries encounters her text in the mizzen. Not so, a shaping sock. Mona bemused by dandelions not fate.


Jill duck the rode to Paris, passive tensingin the historical synthesis insouciant as rain


Wednesday, September 06, 2006

assure the sassafras

Mona welfare shifted her buttock inward to her outward clefting her cheeks to this hour hibiscus

cyclamen discus hand over forepaw. This geese'll foolscap indirect discourse, shanking its forelock doomed forever. Like any other god , mattering its tether clocking the ruin of time, the roan of steed, and pavement frustrate, shes wearing the plaid furntiture round her cave. Laugh, warmly you little cheat, there's more where you came from. Warm cave legs balk the steed. Each day Plato ideal's body staggers to the shore from shining shore, east of west and artic to article winter its shuddered path.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006


of your afraid many deaths_ come my many blue dog democrats you _ fresh
flow'r to langoustine the petalled work of

each niveau washing its face in the brook of guilt not the cape
of thunder

Monday, September 04, 2006

of theirs & them

of tier and theirs the lifted sly syllable as calling its name forth the preludE to her any other event, of bodied askance in its preview, sacrcosanct_ or feathered in cape huddling the navel mirror as her body clocks to the rue of its songing. not a child mist, but a vow to coffer the ceiling of her last teeth, her hug over the place in Paris, they walked, hankered the idea as it stop watched the afternoon in its kempt wood as a narrator could, uplifted to her grace.

Look your clock

welfare has a doxy hovered over the plane gath.
its pate was mix switch over exed, in whip the ass
over the Height of Jill's banter. the plate of imitation was the coat of embroidered delta.
a stat like a word a word like a fat cat camping in the pixy part of the old god.
not the old god, the old god, the repetition compulsion of muslin skirt and old hat
prime and other matter. or say, the schismogenesis of its relaxed room. or the kilt
and then when it works it goes henchman and mother. not a contact ferule or eye-pieced narrow beding
and hill like body decamping the bivouac. She narrows her gait to his double on hex.
enter here a detourne consonant an elapsed consonant and this chip off the old block
the gauge

o come on yer address is a dharma

so Jill chilled the moo and the boo

Mona hankered for plates of pilate speaking becoming of truth and fiery limb.
Escaping out of its narration.

_ first when writhing with her 1000 plateaus she gaffed the geese of its torment, torn by bud and fox, she shrew the Sherwood forest of her founding.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

in the grown

in her grown matter there can be flounce like her. of heeled feet and peshy wounding over the thinking page of her bouncing fell and fleer the temple its odd come temp. to it s shall meet . wait. its brook no ardour water the clown. or arabesque pate, its simple winsome fur covering the pay otis blank .

Mona, snore. Mona compare. Mona steeling ounce of weight gimleted by forking . Oh beauty so long she amatavi her weightbound . of its care eye. masking tempter. Over the . behofstensauzen rout. plagirl of the western gage feinting her fay, or stinging the ridge at the aquarelle S of its risk hooey-hooey-ho. Not narrative of her child. its bridge bound belly. coming to say not now and then but hello to its wraith.

gormless boy who wonder. at Aritiotraty's pad, and paddy the pear, or slinky the rake. of its budding breast kiss me nipples. suck them. dry. guess work to sweet for its winter bled palette.

Now Rimbaud was a pallette too or legless to Marseilles. its sailor
wreck oath. Of Isabelle her commandering leg. writin it note
down. flipped period and coach. to commadning sigh of her 'fuckedover'

She came to him welfare and her cock in his breast mouth.
Next was gigology of liberty and bodie of some other
mouth, its weed blade conch.


Saturday, September 02, 2006

redate yer backdate says Fanny

Re-date yer back date, yer backdating sodometries luck would lesbic our toddling feets...! what ? is it catpurse,captures rapture? is she place the whipping candle of time's weary chap? or is it book to her fellow of honking horn and pheasant feet? Little guttaris running around all over the 'all over the place' motors humming, guitars, growling, guitars growling. over the place over the place the place the place the place you call your own!
You Zing the place, Anti
that is, Antioedipus for them that don't know dont know already to grow.
She bucaneer to his river god, splashes up the bank of a river mildewing by its heady glow, her cupping hands his cupping hands her breasts, her leaning over forward, rocking in the rhythm of their roll, body rocking roll forward.

A coarse laid leather appears it. She hath ninty pastures to steer her, settle her down.

Come hangwith her grace of mellow feet, tickin off the sacred second of its
weight round her body her body her body laughing river of red.

Scene 2
She makes for her glove whose spin's spared the hour of their coming and goin.
You know what I mean, and mean? you know what she mean? she mean? green pastures invent her willing path, a tent embraces the night.

backdate yer

best to re_move yer I over there, 'ere in I' is sip of bridge. not sortie of code. brickage bracken as it cut. over move and slate. no t husky breath of in-held

back date yer ink to helo dyad of Mona's chill feet. Foot of desire.
amble s pentameter of beat. not its ckicketyclickclack but close of music.

catpures pinafore. over at Captain Guattari Cutlass' place. Over face. of threequarter profile. or starting ocean giving on the heave of bucket spoon. or uncreated as her body over cupped heap of . stellar as it weave.
the freight of repeat repeating soldier.

Mona's hero knap sacking of dusttrust or gatling nun. hired for beat.
its across stage nacreous.
Or take this flacon from here over sky.


the scent of its heart muses you .

she tearing label of bottle

finding middle ground wearing the dulcet jet stutterer .

Friday, September 01, 2006


Errant there'd be no contention as cracked fissure cradled the power which swearing its troops generates the lies. Cut down the hatch, the thing standing over your head, fed by the gasp of elite elit nights hour creeping vineyarding cremate a sense of passing with the line folding out velocity her for love segmenting

Is this an eagle tremoring the hour the moment

Hovers in the whole sky

headlights chant by rivers Jill is never trekked,or forwarded
by Franny whose evening bicycles to the end starting with all kinds of path, voicing the well-laid down fricatives, vocatives to her stirred sire of need.

She is bell-pants flooded rates, deluged by hustled narrators and giving her life long loan joins the page a gallant face to go no face she wills.

this perished furl of lamp and now listen she come in enteringthe closest hour of what returning has come back haunting her day like night rounding its mythical figure focused on its tern its tenement.

For this sweet reason, she's your sentence and sister.

eye of wandering resemblance

the schizo wanderer, the schizo vanishing place, the eye of vanishing resemblance.
woke up she did narcotized it was unfurl. notso a worship word a worried bead fearsome a word forsaken by youth's body, pretty word staging the downsize a zipepr to colonies and other cases, casings, word working . She hackles its venture by a voice woke dream I want to be friends crying crying wants to be friends, the old one walking by her bounce was seen to be known as its heart was friable brittle as the truck candies loan on.

lend this wrist that body to this face, its totalized zone come to differance, its shielding gratification, summered by hate.


Friday, August 25, 2006

Subject: Personne -- Debord & Vincennes.

Franny always knew her shoes were tied too late. Too late for monads
and pleats, folds and drapes around her Baroque self. And that was Hume
was help, because before Bergson ran to the rescue there could be no
plate from which to launch the selves that she was. To launch unfurl and
discompose the selves in "one fell swoop" was the proverb of negativity
she chose. She was Hegel on days like that, bad days one might say when
the dialectic of snythetic reason became the polarity on which her self
worked, lived and died. Days like hegelianism's temptation to totalize
even leading to a rationalization of facisms and smug self-assuredness,
professorial positions, spurs to a contemporary orthodoxy
notwithstanding one found reason "falling" a part as in the centre which
could not hold and the blood filled tide of innocence subjected to all
nostalgia and malaise held blazes and moments of intenity on any
boyd-without-organs on a given day. Franny got the first call from
Debord when she was still quite healthy and ready to revolt creating
molecular fall-outs of all sorts. Molecular as the train which shouted
in her sleep the sleep of reaon and Kant's aesthetic sublime and the
processual fervor of movement, old recordings, theory and its balanced
counter-take pratice as the reflection and experiment of its
contemplation. SO it was she took a big breath and waited for her
friend. She was getting ready to go to work, where the psychotics were
all the rage, and the transversality of mini movements could be felt
vibrating throughout the building, the "batiment." SO when Debord first
called saying Listen you specualator of the new simulacrum and listen to
the sound of your sisters, your brothers, your genders, your sexes as
they speak the double -tonue schizo tongue of desire.
Then Franny knew she was a homo-sexual. SHe knew she was a disjuncted
synthezier and silence was her other[s] name. Like the many sex beings
she was. Against nothingness and tear, and being before property and
knowing full well that even stones were politics. That! was the
repetition of a difference! ANd what logic there was to that sense of
feeling in the paint dripping across the body of the woman he loved. And
she knew her name, her name was Felix.
Then Guy said: MAke the beachs rattle under the pavement of St. Denis.
What time is she wondered, as he caressed her female leg. So call the
time agains the city of telephones and sexes and shames you have no
desire to go to war against. While the pope prays for communisms and
unconsciousnesses to return. It was like jazz; sometimes she was Miles
Davis, the singer, the taxi-dancer at the dancings at the Folie Berger;
but she was not certain of the spelling. Oh those French words could be
so deceptive and receptive of oppression depression and the voices in
the recordings.
So then his-story was the story of the One lingual pun, and no matter
how much one writ one was trapped in the one. The one and the two and
the many additions it came to.
"So when" Guy called and said be my lover as we prowl the street.
Detourne as any gift.

Time to retreat her bodies her bodes self of desire

Thursday, August 10, 2006

go there

Over that space was her head the tipple worry pun. Its flippant pace her mark the storm over weather and bill the ducks

Hanked its geology of Thomas the scout marries her mother over the penetration of libraries and other cover.
Little pen of her namesake . I will never be unhappier without her. Her sending of fox and file . Not, that. Come again? Was she the pear switched the cave? Off they arrive, arriviste to the scholar and its shoe round way. Over the old dated pillars,columns complete their heat. Its overs the mellow hour of choose. Jill sanguine merries Fanny her Mona to mothers and anonymous. Go hence, dearfore! Yer hair is tinier than creeds.

Go hereOver that space was her head the tipple worry pun. Its flippant pace her mark the storm over weather and bill the ducks

Hanked its geology of Thomas the scouts marries her mother over the penetration of libraries and other cover.
Little pen of her namesake . I will never be unhappier without her. Her sending of fox and file . Not, that. Come again? Was she the pear switched the cave? Off they arrive, arriviste to the scholar and its shoe round way. Over the old dated pillars,columns complete their heat. Its overs the mellow hour of choose. Jill sanguine merries Fanny her Mona to mothers and anonymous. Go hence, dearfore! Yer hair is tinier than creeds.

Go here fictions2
My please squeeze

My please squeeze

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

becoming sm all

in this fictional commentary Mona, who lost her mind ages ago, to say nothing about her ass and thighs fights a rear-guard action has no time for thought or relaps,e, replaces cephaleous with contrary daughter going both back


becoming small, this text of yers... so interesting.... the way you link Alice and Artaud and the becomings small, the molecule and the body-without-organs. THe body without organs let me explain to some of our readers was a space of experience of death that Antonin Artaud the French poet wrote about .Since then its been transformed into a full fledged concept by the philosophers Deleuze and Guattari.________

Alice-Artaud became so small that he disappeared and was just a BWOa little molecule in an expanding space of the body as one shrinks andit becomes outer spacelike the wizard of oz -- I am not sure of this Wizard of Oz connection. but the ALice one is accurate. But this is only a comment en's skin becomes loose as one becomes smallerwhat the hell am i doing in here?can I reach the moon that is my brain?can i reach the sun that is now my ass?--- This last line puts me in mind of what Schreber as quoted by D&G. what the hell are all these fluidsand turning back to the Greeksone finds the elementsand nothing besidesa certain heightened awarenessyes, drunk on fluidityall we are doing is swimming in an ocean of plasmacan we sink?-- Embyronic adventures of the memory of the body decades afterward?

Interesting stuff...and here in this group there is No Judgement of God, but only work ________ (work notwoks!)

Out of memory loss she has come a shrewd doctor of thing and witch-weed,eskimos there, or coyotes, or like elephants, or desiringmachines, copies of michel foucault, children in diapers, adults running around naked, italian hussies, greek clams, regional forests, dickens like characters running amok, other weird period pieces, lemon pie, cheese wrapped in gowns, tee birding fossils, verse in blank pages, blank verse in pages, pagination for cows, ringing horse bells? awful goodie two shoes?

meantime she take cloth off ing clothing

offing when write writin' the cuff,

__________cuffing it as it were,

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

cambering ridge

Look Jill agog at pate walkering its pediment stoup in Paris ground. Not Lutetia of the beach, or stone of it matter, but purred by lament purged by grief .

This way okay Franny
talk back fanny
and its hollow over arroyo and creek
and bivouac or careful cring in forest stale.

Not near an art wooed by its crummiest thought, but this swoon
burying its art cockled by the rare cunning of its bath.

Listen a lecture doom reader face to hour meant of stellae eye
and then apparitioned by his aging drummed by beating second
& fairest of the chariot mazed his hipped over cry to her hip.

Carried bone to it end by pier and wharf.

Over the hotel alembic lamps rule the pair of
sauna cheeks baring the rent, not beauty's smile
but its punch glassed down by her tenement.

Jill call Franny cell to phantasm to hear lecture of Professor Daddio lending his EaR:
Come there.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006


was that ? war, glided by the children of the stones,
and their rapture, their guild?

of she hankers in the morning of,
lute and shepherd the schizophrening heart rule?
or narrative hate borne by generations.

inside outside border confines the halo
of her hand otuside of his

reaches for his only only
dividing spades piling tessera of colour
scholars of objects or verbs gestures to his filling station
map of his genome and the sky carried one two
perhaps three packages of sailors who wended
the winding sheet
over the mizzen mast
its bucking shroud its bucking wave

hounding a border-hole or Jill's geology
her mold holding his own
huckstered by clip and clash of vowel elongation

not here, or there, its aqua .
Or say the canvas bearing the whip of rhyme

Smudges or hand pushed up against feet
blots . here the eyeball. trundled first,
then turned the body inside out
over the somersault
in their bed.

Bed beddybyes.
Bliss of alone .

Is it violet the canvas, she stretchin the stellar
walk heading to the cafe of stroke with his.
head on palette.
Over here a canvas-drum

We 'll never finish the tapestry.
why it's becoming roil and roll ing
over Coventry hill

Up again the bulwark
the binnacle lamp sort of what, listing in the wind

crew _ over the forecastle
Red-haired Jill alwayus becomes her face.

Mona misshapen as puma faced derrieres
give anus to undo the odipean fiacre

Or some missive bearing the weight.
of props and pull.

She worry his water.

Ok.. hold the glutinous sphere.
Over the cage, She come back
from Dead.

No soul has ever left.
its here, and clear.

Come pick bones with us.
In the volley of

ran the six thousand

winched by the hills.

O star burier of __

come out of

come out of this archive, she says
the fly ripping donned the gate
of heaven ward passed

Saturday, July 29, 2006

and quickly

Mona had poetic capital to spend and spend she did soprano to her injuries pernicious to the tongue doing
soprana to her love glove stuck in her throat so And she popped a totalizer toaster not seeming to trap herselves in the rempli of doing become bats made in China a zap lover’s body of the hijabbed maiden to monkey her lesbic call her sapphic twist on what was the height span of her orgasm date slippingthe body was away as she did the asses the breasts in her mouth were filled with his

poetic capital give it away


her cube eyes came into her hair;cameo in the Zellers market mark up boy was her twisted lover body hung around his the homosexual and I don’t go home with strangers she said rubbing her geology study into her heart and her ass winked across the star and starts of the sun. what mother would drown her kid in a fire of hats, prepared to sing the love lullubabies of her blogocursed wares. Shall she be done in the undone of composed to her love and handling her hair back to the barbarians. He said to her self face, I like ugly I like ugly I like ugly

Come to my hill of elf and we shall ugly be

He heft lift the work of sky into night her hand

Thursday, July 27, 2006


tag you're it, said Jill Deleuze , no, not me, Felix crows, its the hop scotch berry of the dawn, betty's bloomin' buttocks, her peeled cherries and wax amaze filters, its the night of quatum and processual molarities. as your mouth skips up a beat, treating its teat of mother love to Oedipus and her charms a keep sake for other year , and harms. outside the war the chain saw, the ramble of matter, its grease thought provoke.


is this a retarded sophistry of amber and glaze, or booting felt pen like lutes to the brim of semper deterritorius.

-- is that innneroution? is that plaza close to place holder of footed velvent claw fleet?

she ankle her way to the bellside table of her hooking body, sway them hips to his ride em down baby love.

thus Jill professed the stars and other planets as the goose Dante called love's haptic haggard this might very well be Baco's spider. SHe spits off her clothing, a body of cybertooled vest ware,
software to his warehouse of lover, boy, Oh yes, boy oh Boy!
she match the beet of origami with flypaper of candle to her strawberry breast nipple to his mouth tasting hunger.


Wednesday, July 26, 2006

we're tired you were

You weren't tired enough to end the war, what
war was that one encore, a light R to end it,
a light leaning thing to stop its almighty paw
killin more

We're tired of the drums of war, Yearny, we're tired.

We're tir'd of cancer and bones, and death. and depleted uranium and tired we are . exhausted.

Mona clomb the high hill of that famous poem, weary eyed, her tears blazing down. the fulsome debate of its death.

Friday, July 21, 2006

I am fiction itself (selves selving ...

cross that out pretend you dont exist, hold the shape of the lump up to the cancer. dancer of foxwalk and rhyme chow. of ababaccccc. or abracadabra
inside everytruck driver is anunance. once you deject these is alt spin of wheat driven snow or gold rivetted pane. of winning and winning her heart was the sacking of troy

the sacking of troy
and she sang back each bitten day
each bitten ray of her heart
marked the place of her death her death
as it seemed was a walking spoon
a talking spoon for gathering knave.
of her ebortion and pave.

Fictions of Deleuze and Guattari@2000
Clifford Duffy

I am fiction itself

__ and

so she was itself, Mona in adumbrating upbraiding comic of the statuesque
trilled its pintle along side of the bakery where she's hung over
looping the terrace of its periwinkle.

Now is that a faucet, or a maxim?
an aphorism or some cult of the becomings return?



them their numbers is the mini--plates, or plateaus and (not the
aristotles which are the Ari-Stotle stratas). Now this is from a part of my
Dis sertation.

Regards, Mona. Clifford Duffy

Thursday, July 20, 2006

drums of war+ knight

____drums of war

___war war war

Intime a knight came riding riding riding Franny saw the window saw the window
up against the shore lor'd's father. It was not poor for knave its set carking kale.
but rampant cameo swathes. Some do as she leaned she leaned on the sill,
a tickled hair in her face, as the shark, as the shark held its bait, the lampoon
of its regaling self the noxious sweep of her eye. This was held in his hand,
the twin, the winter of. Fanny shouted shouted I cannot remember I cannot

Saturday, July 15, 2006

time to

Time to courtly kicks the running stage of its off beat source. Crackled by dusk
its onion light, the storm window gathering the slipped off gathering gloom. Or something like this, which switches the play back ticker-tape. Memory tellls the hour ringing in the play of its awesome spell.

Jill pings the plateau. Franny handles the pneumatic character of its staging not close to the other flip side of her three-quarter profile its secondary bit part . Not some phrase of accidental cow hide, but a place a woman can hide in another one's skirt, looking at the time. Not the river of story and the outside of hunger but a sheet metal bridge, traceries of a tamed wrought-iron by filigreed face lines.
Covering the amaze of her ledge, come humdinger down to her linguistic taught.

Jill spreading her dress for his eyes to see as eyes his travel the line of her leg,
around the thigh of her close quarters , the cloud colour of her mound. It's a hum sound comes then, as reaching in, she him they in the place of bodies bold and two backed breast their kiss.

Friday, July 14, 2006

bicker room toy

Bicker room gals 've been known to write bic pen mating session. Closed to oil and fire or steaming stamps near term's end, semesters of body dazed by dates runged and runed by facture.
Or say a fraction of the "growing heat" the "dead dawn" hot places where the "sun dont shine anymore" this was the grammar of Jill's nacreous marking down fate. the prose sentence of her vessel verse, filled sail ahead.


Not everyone is can to see it this way, you know. It's a failsome moment when those who do. It's a long tide yanked back and a ride or so to the sun of heels, the pennnat of pain, the cattle of bones backlogging your fate.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

wld you mind, please

moving over so I can see my haunted house in your hands,
your palms cupped around mine, and the rain
rising moment of our body?

this she spoke in the scent of the hour
Whisper the air


How're we gonna pay the rent,
tucked behind her ear
of sayings and whatnots,
turn the plateau over
another place and time


Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Coming Soon Grace O'Malley the Irish Pirate Queen|& Anne Bonny!

in bucanner privateer land was the whole land of recomposed bodies bode their neighing horsing high the gallip gavaunt
Coming Soon Grace O'Malley the Irish Pirate Queen& Anne Bonny!
Grace O'Malley. her lover the bisexaul lesbian queens of the seamet Mona and Oona Jill and Orpheus ANtioedipus

even some Eurydicebt one has to beware of Eurydicii!
they're like little Oedipii!

tant pis!and they live at rue loup 4 Bis~!oh these and them fRictionS.


Coming Soon Grace O'Malley the Irish Pirate Queen|& Anne Bonny!

in bucanner privateer land was the whole land of recomposed bodies bode their
neighing horsing high the gallip gavaunt
Coming Soon Grace O'Malley the Irish Pirate Queen& Anne Bonny!
Grace O'Malley. her lover the bisexaul lesbian queens of the sea

met Mona and Oona Jill and Orpheus ANtioedipus

even some Eurydicebt one has to beware of Eurydicii!
they're like little Oedipii!

tant pis!and they live at rue loup 4 Bis~!

oh these and them fRictionS.

On est tousjours a dela des choses

so it goes
and t'was

sixteen brothels
forty two canon
millions of bucket of water then silk or milk
parade of geese
elephant goin to delta
shark pending teeth
sail boat seal
cape breton flags waving 'off the coast'
of geology and other sickles
star grazer of bent feet

Sunday, July 02, 2006

over here

over here! it shouted as leaned by brick balconies it wavered. hugged next to the speed of it with no time to wait, hankering its momentous river of caught. wheat blared in the trumpets of
cave as he hindered the shackles weighing in with 'his' as it was called nacreous shares
calibrated by investments with god desire & other spare care.

shall we call this the tourniquet of please?

Jill salvoed & shaved the instant.

Should we call it the torn tourniquet of bouquets? snap dragons?
lillies, gimping flax weed, dragonflies, water capes,
willowy hours, hanging on grass overlooks.
and so it went adding, piling more hill and dale of her
silver fox meadow.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

meoldid baker jam

meoldid baker jam banking the river suckering hour chasing tea by grand flannelette gene. so swoop of arm custers its last stand, swings the syzyzgy.

if this huff of yer hair before her very womb gapes not its measure
Ill have no meal . Stammer. Come now. its heart wilt . of very fair. and knock it out. of its prepuce lawn.not started by soldier and commenders. and this prose tweaked by it s tassel off feet fringed in appearance its garment worn tooth saw of its lacklustre . No! shouting Mona, of her telephone
rigged to hear its latest call to back and forth the .

the one. she huggered there. body ill sick. wick without her. ribbed pain cutting off.

time one

time one tie shoe of that shaker'd spotless
as the white death of dress shooken to ending
less stagerie of fright mock of heigth is that her word, as she covers the tracking of repression its six thousand tigers and not lilies of their vacuum cleaner. forward go the death single to rate its finger some express selves but inside eaves of roofs there remain the

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

the knight sans organesem>2

This could be two or too but was it.? a queue a quay. someanglo hutof turf huffed against mouth nape. its swallow throng in the morning. as in olden pardons guilded giddyups trot trot to
end of pavement rainbow of edged up shopping and rathered the pate than the man becoming.
___As thee Knight was sad sick and sad, or was the Dulcinea read Knight's eyes cossetting the plain or was that dancing in the rest of the bucolic space which each river cried. but what was the gerundive of correct? sitting by his body shes holding he shore to each not wishing a loll distance to detach her cream coloured her lesbic make-up or the heavy lean to of doubt.The Knight has no Organes when saving is the treat the stinging self when it waiting.

.The Knight has no Organes when saving is the treat the stinging self when it waiting.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

thir d time sex

third time narrows the eye,
rounds the cave, where moils
of it whirl,
body found and scape

tied the boy to the body-without-organs.

makes fora lazy afternoon
near the shooting star of start finish regina rebin.

with ferule and references provided.
near the sink. by the out house
dial up dally ring round the rose.

pause a comma pay the tenant his board and meal.

covets what she is , is his, theirs. near the ink.
by the soap, trawling the wheat

patrolling, patrols they 're patrolling the fields.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

the knight sans organes

as the Knight was sad sick and sad, or was the Dulcinea read Knight's eyes cossetting the plain or was that dancing in the rest of the bucolic space which each river cried. but what was the gerundive of correct? sitting by his body shes holding he shore to each not wishing a loll distance to detach her cream coloured her lesbic make-up or the heavy lean to of doubt.The Knight has no Organes when saving is the treat the stinging self when it waiting.

.The Knight has no Organes when saving is the treat the stinging self when it waiting.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Mona June & Mona June _ a.

Mona the riff the ramble the jelly roll.

Her jelly roll high jinks high buttocked. She raced
to the bed to meet him greeting. Card sharp as
a musical catch, her hand to hand card tip
clacked her wristed heart beat.

Click shot, poof gone,over the top.

Melting wings to metro sigh.

Victory of her bodies was clipping the wing
of thigh and boat.

Her roomy thighs held her lover, his back smoothed
again her back. Buttocked bare she carried his inside
her deep v___, the wagon wheel desire huger
humping two backed beast his cocking
her cunting
sweet up the side of her hip.
Hand s like fins swept the follicles of her


Mona maid in a mew her tent flapped down, sheeted and oiled, she was
every intent to the end, content as a ny sabre tooth she saw the dog coming
humerous bone to the spike she wore, gathering gapes and something else, not a word
to wake her spending hours, but mothers to heel her effort. Others to tangle the poorest of the poor, the immigrant lot to her boorish. Truculent as any tongue lashing alcoholic she bashed her brains out, rhubarb and all, on love's cabinet locks and all.


The toothless mouth predicating the prophet's
hovering in the distance,
what cannot won't ebb said her mating ship.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006


in my mouth she barely audibly whisper

over the timber tie of word air

winged words

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

she am fiction herself

she am fiction herself you mean. right/ ok so side backwards, do the tread. get off yer moralistic


his fictionings


other side half brain stagger up the mast. Captain Ahab waiting in the cupping suction heading
down the whale, kill the fuck. end its head. shank its toe.
AntiOedipus knows the place is fake , finery, and consumer body of .

Marked his head with her poison, sickness of other passed on . Virus giver.