my only bone bowl jelly castle thinks its thinking it thinks on top a stick of calcium matrix & cartilage no good blackdreams are autopilot default end in cashgasm weird new house with ablution ceramics enormous & too sensitive to dream side piss
SPRINGWINTER bare foot on the back lawn theenergy feels weird in this springwinter outdoors is like under the thunder carpet all waiting for a boom
RIND IN A KITCHEN SINK poem came last night a puffer fish ether mumble inflatable castle back brain inaccessible too milky weak for this pragmatic & robust grey wall dawn
is an undead London land of forever social clubs - tall white castles of hot old diamonds cheap cold beer free salty seafood where mirrorballs turn evil-eyes and hypnotic disco dots on high artex ceilings and tall black windows and dozens of black rollneck joes scitter on overdrive in there saying FUCK SHIT WHATEVER and I AINT GOT A PEN and another dozen black rollneck joes recite sad poems in there of local hero boxers and dead corner boozers gone to eternal early doors and unknown graves on dark red stages of decks and wireless mics and a simple table oasis in the eye of the storm holds fine artisan pages of joes hopes dreams memories scribbled and stabbed home and abroad in motorised beer fuelled mashup and dozens of black stocking dancers from old gone Hollywood - from Fante's dusty LA throw elegant retro shapes with impeccable held posture and cool knowing faces like the hotel california - you can checkout anytime you like but you can never leave
zorita burlesque dancer 1940’s from sloth unleashed