FRAGPOP No1.2

the pressure wave

the walking meat

lay on thick 

is only a cock

in your ear

~

the postman cometh

with glossy photographs

of cooked food

& 

all the numbers

for the approximation

of the above

& he feeds my slot with them

& the hospital letters too

HARDCORE BLINKERS

prime bamboo posture pants arrive

how happy the rain forests must be

somewhere new 

to tuck up & away

our wind sock cocks

& resignation balls

for a ten minute boxfresh buzz

~

they arrived 

in an amazon petrol grenade

deep inside 

a quantifiable extinction event

now thats hardcore blinkers

A STREAKERS BUFFET

  

  earths 

got a 

  fever

got a 

  naked 

  emperor 

  cough

~

& 

a cock shaped 

space rocket

              s

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          h

        c

      n

    u

  a

l

a streakers buffet

PARAPHRASING & NOT IN THE SAME BALLPARK

epstein
had
an
egg-shaped cock

i cant unhear this so now neither can you

this was from a court hearing
epstein walked out


~


madonna pisses in the shower
for athletes foot prevention

i cant unhear this so now neither can you

this was on the radio

its all i remember she said

SPRING COCK

the spring air
holds
a
taste somehow
of
all
the
seasons
on
its
quiet
backdoor breath 
and
in
the
sounds of birds

still tho
the
world
is
a
cock in my ear
dry-fingering
any
tender
hole
in the funeral of monday morning

from dreamatico.com

REANIMATOR 2

i died
and when i was dead
a
mad
scientist
brought me back
with bad electrics that got in the bathroom plumbing
and
all the
lights dimmed
like
a
half time surge

he got my balls where my eyes should be
and
left half my mind in a silver dish
and
my stomach was tangled
up
in
tight disgusting knots

im a half thing . . .

like the cock from Reanimator 2

im
the
cock
at the end of Reanimator 2 !

NO SPACE THEN SPACE

sat in the chair waiting to feel good / the low black recliner on the small patio / normally i like the chair and feel good / spent matches like small lumber are scattered on the stones / normally like the small lumber / but couldnt find my space today 

book / good book / but i dont care 

cold and grey june day / used underwear sky / gods y-fronts hang there drip drying over us - we're the kitchen sink 

i head in listening to demos on a portable / stretch out on the cushions / empty mugs watch me do nothing / scribbles climb across the rug / cant find my space today 

cat attacks cardboard record spines / not his taste most of them / he likes chet baker / he likes cat baker / he cant find his space today 

hall rug watching just watching like empty coffee mugs / lay down on the bed pm / cat follows on searching feet

day time bed is almost delicious but i dream 

i dream i got my cock out / i needed to piss so i got my cock out / then i'm falling / think i better protect my cock / fall slow / land in the trees like a railway embankment / weak trees / exhaust thin and struggling / i piss / group of people above me but no humans / they all dress in waterproofs / theres a guide like for tourists / for trains maybe or for the piss boy falling / they cant find their space 

i get up / struggle to garden recliner and the lumber patio 

birds / birds fly / birds fly into their holes up the trees / dishrag sky in the sink / good book silent / i wait for my space / my space might be in the bath / i run a bath and wait for my space 

my space is the bath / i write in there / fingers ache keeping the pad dry / its awkward but i write about my man hair / then she shaves my head before a good supper