Rampage: sick bags on past oblivions

Welsh
holocaust slug roads
mutoid waste drug
wrecked hillbilly hideants
rape – burn – salvage
death in the outback
voidigo narcosis
– parties?

 
  Internal combustion
engine, mine
cut w/ petrol herring
sweat, time & stomach cramp
– mind games.
Dry shag baby
turning life w/ chemical
racks of beast flog
cabbage trading
– pain & suffering.
 
  UFO hovers over apeman
ridge. Try to grab
hold. Is it
a bird/ a plane?
Her image.
Pleasure scene:
             sweet sallow massage/
teardrop union stakes
             @ the hipbeat orgy . . .
– Her scene.
 
or:
  Bad vibes in the
human head/
God! –
grow
            bitter –
fossil feel
running out.
Brute jungle urge
rust chemical intrigue
brute/ slash primitive.
Or pointless gossip
as the past dream festers.
 
X–X SLOW CONCEALED CHILDREN X–X
Infant fear
instinct dying embers . . .
I CAN’T SEE
THE WOOD FOR THE TREES
– that’s all.
 
X–X SLOW CHILDREN CROSSING X–X
Black blows of death
in shroud déjà vu
disco Hitler in shorts
w/ whore & fag
– grim creeper.
A wreath & sick
 
  grave pictures
on The Wall . . .
– CIA gets serious
w/ subtle concentration
clamps/ “it’s a conspiracy”
maze too much/ CORRIDOR
101/ “they’ve got me”
– The End, etc . . .
Only joking! crack up –
addict pestilence/
sicklike dinner/
kick me to a tree/
manic survivalist/
manic pestilential
addict dinner/
 
WOULD THE CONDEMNED STOP JOKING??
  – CAUGHT-22
– hot neck tongs
w/ silent scream and aroma
– Earth standing stone
– and wooden stake –
– I am stabbed.
Nail sense in!
discharge static!
shock plots untangle/
the chain rattle.
Get soaked w/ rain.
 
– Peace on Earth. Root spirit/ grow sharp
  green claws thru earth’s
strong up-rooted
curtain.
GRIN TIME IS NOW

This year’s leaves
I will write
on the burning sky.
The wind blows it together.

X – X




       Wales & Brighton, autumn 1989



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