Category: Experimental


NO FEARS, ME

June Long Weekend 023When unable to sleep, lying restless in night’s dark
fighting monster fears, mind turns to anagrams.
Words become my sword. I take a gander at the danger…
so, silent, I listen to the Freemason and one’s frame
The Master of the Stream, The One who praised despair

‘Fear me, son’, it said, implying Roman Fees for sane meJustice 017
this teacher is a cheater who will live evil and vile…
but sweat is just a waste of limes and miles of smile
that lead to where the devil lived.

In it’s liar lair, it throws parties where pirates traipse
dancing to a beta beat under part black tarp
eating pasta tapas and stressed desserts
drinking sinew wines with crooked penis spine
mating the ones they were taming

Monday Nr 4 Courts 010Human beings in shame begun
humans being banish me gun
and brain too, rain boot to abortion
in tones of stone notes the sniper ripens
amps spam maps, flier filer and rifle lifer

Weird and wired, Satan sips Santa piss
before its Reward draweR scented descent
beneath flesh shelf – taste Etta’s teats
this shit hits leaving ragged dagger wound in keen knee
shit head survives until his death arrives
then eyeball peels and I call sleep.Monday Nr 4 Courts 034

© 2013 WW

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INDELIBLE IMPRESSION

Life’s tattoo
scratched al
………………..l over his body
every other e
…………………vent a visit to the parlour
each one takes a toll

shaking……………………ink……….marks
time passing                                                   sk
etching story wherever s kin
whenever………………….exposed
obliterates
turning her in
into an open book only literates can
read what’s written on face
echoing in mirrors strobelike down long hall

troubles you have seen
hopes held high crashed
lovers came and went

Monday morning more often than not
yawning glimpses knotted
elastically tied to fleeting ecstasy instances
preyed upon
caught and lent
soothing clarity moments pleasure
prayed over
bought and spent
minutes painful waiting filled hours spin
………..ningningnin
circling                    nearer
down merry go upside round
wheel of fortune we love fame
whe’ll offend for position
this game we don’t want to play
with defensive opposition
we now don’t want to lose
wish to choose from choices

put needle in groove
prove we can still feel
our voices raised and off

………………………….ering up words
standing as a record for the time
this time                          yet to come
………….circling nearer
about to arrive
how close can you  get  with
…………………………………….out
…………………………………….tou
…………………………………………ching it

……………….INGINGINGINGING
TOWARDS

CENTRE

WHEN HE CANNOT
HOLD ON
NO
LONGER
NO LONGER (RE)
MEMBER
A TIME UPON
WHO
HE ONCE WAS
WHO
WE’VE (BE)
GONE
WHO
WE’VE (BE)
COME
LEFT
STRANGE MIRROR STARING
(ingingingin)
BEWILDERING STRANGER
GLARING BACK
EXPRESSION DIVIDED BY LINES
DARKLY UNDERSCORED EYES THAT DUCK
FROM SIGHT UNCENSORED
FALL TO REFLECTION
YOUR HAND
HOLDING INK GUN
RUN DRY

Sexesthesia

Sal slavishly slavers sliver shards of liquid mirrors

laughing like a black-sheep free of numb rigor

mortis fear of jiggers dumb as white-niggers

hangin’ spinnin’ from old tire-swing lazy heat

hazy blurry crazy treat spoon stirring in bowl

cool wet hot dreams rocknrollshockofurry

she starts singin’ – singin’ in the rain

what a glorious feelin’ I’m hap-hap-happy again

mmmm,mmm-hmmmm

forgetting forsaking or just playacting Sal keeps singing

with a smile getting wet while making-up lines of lyrics

(the way she does at weekends when setting aside

monotonous vampire-like minutiae of a routine

designed to dampen her imagination)

lets her bobby-pinned-up-hair-do down

freed from and no longer arrested

tied tried and tested to find out

if she could best it!

The enlighten – meant – if it were

any in the third place need never

have been taken nor awaken

All my cash I’ll spend showering her

with tokens of love I want to

splash out on her as she lays there

laid-back on the bed flat on her nude back

bear grizzles stick in drink swizzles iciness

chilled beverage come of age blankpage

secret drizzled vessel redhotshinyslick

stripliver teasing easing darting tongue

tastesavours let flow silver from dark galley

set free golden-molten-lava deep within

how green is her valley?

She’s a strangel

a flawed angel called Sal

which is short for Sally

Crack open conk drizzles oozing pores pause

before opening upcomingdown drupelets fizzles

pours out all of me its funny when losing badly

losing you win in time is money is love is real

love really a sin? Her sunny disposition with-

in reach comes in handy sweeter

than candy or Tupelo honey

Ascent of Man

a scent of a woman

a heck of a gal

Sal is for salamander

Salome / saloon / salon / salvation

a sound that starts a heart a-skipping

salivadripping salacious visions silhouetted

stripped naked wetted which switch tripped

candle-lit dream theatre skull cinema

Now Showing: in 5 Representations

crazy carnival-saloon time tripping

shadows dipping lips opening sipping

sucking spilling beatless tempo seatless

revolver needle revolves heedlessly evolving

surroundsusurrousaroundandaround

needlessly sounding surrounding

itself in splendrous colorful scents

senses intense(men)ly seemingly

spiralling higher into darkness

backwardblackbirdforwardflying

skylightblacknightstarkness

answers the whyforewords

before shooting the gun

and the smoking after

forwards four words:

Fun

(sweet heart come)

Love

(sweetheartcome)

Sex

(sweet hot come)

Laughter

Say, says Sal, are you my saviour?

Does my behaviour suggest

that I want to save her?

Ultimately not ill-timedly

when I get right down

to her bottom linedly

that’s branching out(in)

creases tattoo epidermal

coating quim-a-quivering

tantalisinglywinking a come-on

to third eye can see without light

a mind of it’s own heartheatseekingtip

atop hardwood shaft searchingsingle

mindedly straighter-than narrow

one-eyed-jack-in-the-box popped

straight firm arrow slides glides

into her nest deli(cious)ghtful

delicate as a frail Mia Farrow

sparrow ready to swallow it up

downdeep hole-in-1 bull’s-eye!

Deepdown where lies waiting

pulpy life-giving marrow

her twat grips tightlock

safe soothing silky sheath

feels like home to me and

my puresweetsadsorrow

quicksilverquiversslickwet

lipspoutingpuffilypertproud

panging-rrrrrrr-izzlesound

pudendum hots-up fastly

nastlyfryingsliverrawred

liver sending shocking

shiver into olfactory

system setting off

scented shapes

getting milky-

amnesiana-

esthetic-

syna-

stesia

over

the

radar

under

whelming

andwhetting

growingappetite

quim in hungry

sucking honey

suckling mouth

slickholesburning

both rings glowing

succulentlysuccucunt

enticingly down here in

Sal’s swollen swallowed

leadingandfollowed

wholesuckedhole

her Salvador Dali pun(cture

pic)fun(k{e}y toyourlocked

up-butnow (hereandwon

ownsthenow) cock-upped-

inned-and-outed

Salves adore dalink!

Sal enslaves Peter Proud

in the try-of-her-cunt

with O roun-

ding out lips

above and

b(e)low

out

si(in)de

© 2011 Wordwurst

It wasn’t because I was low that I

bentoverheard hard to hear noise

knowing I’m a bit slow off the mark

on the ground and in the dark

(so why don’t you blow me –

a kiss – if you wish – cor blimey

and surprise me! with a slip of the tongue

sliding all round sloshilyunsexy sound

you and I mixing spit –

you’re never remiss

when taking the piss

or spreading the diss

respect!)

Wot ev ah!

(smiling stranger)

 

Bi 4 now

(smiling a stranger smile)

Sell 2 l8r

(feeling grater than the Big Cheese

4 a while)

Sell 1 to Ann Elk and/

or sell 2 to one – Ann Ali Gader.

And let’s remember lest we forget

Hugh E Louis and

(Ralph Nader on)

the News but not the Weather?

Aren’t we all in this ship sinking

together? Deep ends.

Depends whether you

say it or spray it say

spray-spit 10 times real swift

! AND DNA !

ears wilt lips split

spill )spittle(a message

in a bottle

a landlocked astronaut

on auto-pilot

nought without the knot

slip(knot)of the tongue(pink)lots

of things to say

says the messenger

from babyblueoceanskies

compulsed to list to one

(test-inga 1-a-2-a-2-2-3-a-1!)

side

s l i d e

swipe in tent 2

(tent 1 was done)

wipe the mist of missed piss

he passed when he pissed

twist-ed and –ing in the fro

-zed and free–zing

into everdarken-ing door

step on stage at night

with stagefright

stage left

but stay right

fear was felt here

heard there

then and now

squirt susurrous

sand and the dirt

of the land

the smarmysounduvva

Han’s son flirt.

 

In flowery whimsical breezical dance

showery skirt nor shirt wasn’t keen

no underpants to be seen

not the colour of green

or thin or tin or tits or glitz

a V drip unclear

fanti-anti-sui-(de:) cide

unfancy pants in mode du jour

glassied eye neither begged or balled

2-left-feet unable to dance

thin hope of a fat chance

Good riddance!

sad Lee said
and everyone glanced

entranced

ill-treated

bull-ee-beated

beetrooted redbooted

caught redhanded

left for dead and on show

let it be said

lest it be unso

spoke in the broken

heel of my hand

cartwheel of the bike

or pram or cart

tram or bus or sub

way to go to there

I want 3 when we

Stop!

 

Fred was odd even to Steven

who believed in believin’ in his self

where his me was bein’

busted upon dusted down

off the shelf

keen on what we saw

having seen what we’d been seein’

see we’d thought we saw seaweed

either that or maybe kelp

calm and quietly non-a-yelp

free of the sin of theiving

steeling ourselves away at the bottom

end summer beginning autumn

leaving undercover in a wheely-bin

that’s really been it – a was – a has been

gone with a whelp incorrelkly spelt

I keep meaning to say

while preening to bray

I spy with 1 of my 2

– yeah, 2, aye!

eyes have it! but mam mock it

cuz ham hock it damn lock

locked in rocket

Pam holds palm open

hand out of pocket

whereupon keys appear

smaller than midgets

counting the numbers

the digits unlock it

passing the test – ticles

tickles my coccyx

prickles my cock – its

taken in good-humoured hand

stand-up-comic straightman

o man o boy big toy

trick or treat

the handful of meat

sweet feel of fingers

squeezing the joystick

thistime all’s well

as well as a swell

ding-dong

singing high-pitched

tent-pitched

went switched a tad

being bad and bent

like a spoon in the pot

stirring the smelly brew

witch casting a spell

so no 1 can tell which

bitch of a witch is the best?

 

Ich im ein jelly donut –

itch that patch

scratch the longness

telling tales of the itch-ee

tail on a donkey

hair on a monkey

gray on a junkie

boozy floozy woozy

drooly jello-ee bellow-ee

squirting to high heavenly sent

heavily scented

gently spented

the glee and the gluey

gloopy flloopy

deputy doggawngawddang

droopy dog

o

god

Syd

liks

ex-TC!

Topcatlike-n-lickwarm

wetpussy-wussy-pishwishthiswish

dozendishme-datdis-

whoosheslovinshooshmecomin’

2times or 3 or 4 or more?

I’ve even thought nought or 5-to-gether

weather allowing all owing

the coming and toing and 3ing and froing

underaroundaboveandoverandout

growing seeds

seeds of love

sowing needs

kneads of knots

unthreading the sewing

loosening bruisening

blackinandblewout

appleredatthecorps

thecentrebodydead-

corpescopsacorporalscorporealflesh

squealrealfunfuneralfeelgooddoctor

If I shed you Haddock bute – if full

Codpiece

wood ewe holditagain?

understandoversit me down

simply plea Please hold my bod!

it’s old and cold

it’s bold and bald

once more

what for?

my re-a-sure-mint

of fresh breath when I grin

a good trooper

sooperdooper

superman supersonic

make me a drink

a nice iced gin-n-tonic

served with a smiling wink!

 

© 2011 Wordwurst

MENTAL CYSTITIS

A crestfallen wordsmith who’s been stirred but not shaken I am sometimes overtaken with an urge to find and purge the words that surge through my mind demanding to be indexed
          What words today I ask my self the one that’s above on the top shelf have come this time to blight us? Another booketload of words some hard to say others quite absurd that end with the suffix itis.
          A knee-jerk reflex deflects this ridiculous request to make a fist and write a list of words that are beyond ludicrous which is to say ridonkulous. Just because I have no reason not to doesn’t mean I ought to or that I should do or could do or if I had the inclination and the inspiration to do would do… Maybe I’m crazy. Yes, maybe you are… or maybe just too lazy to pick up a pen again and waste time transcribing words that end in itis (are we the victim of Excusitis?) when this is a time for imbibing: drinking, not thinking, relaxing doing nothing taxing, dribbling not scribbling.
          For all I know – you know I don’t know much at all – and have a mental disorder that leaves me stranded on the border separating one state from the other and there may indeed be a need for me to take heed the germination of the seed of a notion that proposes the motion that it can be labeled and I can be fabled as one of the few sadly and surviving badly with the malady of Indexingitis.
          I can’t see the benefit or the sense in it nor hear the rhyme or reason. Resistance has been hit and I give in and up and out and shout as I resign knowing it’s a crime of treason. In time. Out of season.
          More words come now to cause insight and enlight us:
          What is it called when your lungs feel all bald?
         
Bronchitis.
          And what is the name of skin all aflame?
         
Of course, it’s Dermatitis! More sore than – or, to be witty, I’ll go as far as to say pretty – though it isn’t, it’s very unpleasant. It is known to the prone as acute Appendicitis. And what’s more even more so and more sore than when a small claw is stuck in your craw.
          What could be shite-er than to shine less brighter as you fight against Lexiconitis? I s’pose if I had to guesstimate – I’d agree to decree it detritus – and so you can see it would have to be at my best guess – what one could call Estimatitis.
          Of course we should be o‘penned-eyed enough to ensure the list stays pure and doesn’t show signs of words out of line or symptoms of any of the above or below (which comes next) in the ailments indexed. Could be instead, ailment’s gone to our head, and we’re suffering with Tonsilitis! But, then again, it could just be a big dose of being verbose and struggling with a heavy load of Literary-Elephantitis!
          I’m not sure (Surenessitis?) but there are many more words that include (not suffering Limiteditis) the itis 4 letter ending. It’s mind-bending, nearly. Clearly, I would love it dearly (saying it while smiling) that, if you believe you have ones you can spare or want to share (the former or the latter) in the department of the suffix called itis please oh do be do beguiling be. Dare let us know that you care about our predicament in this matter and write us. Don’t contemplate, act now before it’s too late, do it right away free from delay and without the slightest hint of Hesititis!
          Answers on a postcard to: The Crestfallen Wordsmith

                                      The Library Hospital

                                      Ward 9: Sufferers of Meningitis

                                      Padded Cell Way

                                      Dublin (followed by a digit, right, Gus?)