Wolf Tongue (10 page)

   Pearlish lusting pawtracks

                    across this people chest.

   TELL ME YOUR HIDDENNUMBERS.

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     Pauline, always kind to menthol strides on you.

          Kissed each cherry footglove, tongue

                     available

                     to

                     tu.

                              This ws Floor Event.

      FLETCHERED TH’ARROW IN YR TARTAN LIPS.

                         Drank fierce wine

                       
  from buttercoppes.

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You pissed on my shoes and told me it’s raining.

                  Such scripts du marriage

                                  do Fade.

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HER DEPE COLOUR YET WONTED NONE AS

STREETERS INTO RED. Mascara

Suzzy’s cinematic face.

ALL THESE HIGHLIGHT STRUTS SO GROUNDED

NOW.

Your wet red Paris hair,

is a magazine of

full

& total hero’s liberation.

Chanel. Estee Lauder. Clinique fumes.

Hen Spice.

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Wolfing coverlust

combines

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SAPPHIC, venereal, cocks

combing gutters running

fuckbloode: Titless &

manyloved,

ALWAYS you are ZOOSHING Up,

tinselized & ready for a ghastly

Bang

of sans culottes

in velvet west end beds

&

silken

Rooms,

YAPPING TORNCUNT STARLET BOUNCED

IN TIME.

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Razorbill comes down

on me.

Mouth irruption brings you

to the sedgey plucking

Post

to

drink the

daggered poison

down.

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LOVEDOLE BEANOS FUCK SUCH PRUDERIE ANGLAISE.

Jury vet speech cracked a wheel, Smoked

        Bahouth carmine Toenails, jumping

                   wires cut yourfilthy sand.

   Mildew postcards from yr wildweed Hands.

                      Burning meadows black.

                           Cool divorce in rain.

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   Loveglow lustfoot shan’t, Not Yet.

       Gamey bedroom porn.

         Stitched ankles moan.

           RIDING RIDING ROCKSKULL LEAP FROM ME.

  Children not yet Made sing Bind my Secret Body

                             &

                         Suck to

                             Death

           FALSE HALOES CAST ON THEE!

YOU WANT HER BROKEN WITH HER MOUTH

WIDE OPEN

      BECAUSE SHE’S THIS YEAR’S GIRL.

Frail apache, rue de la disco waif, let me part the Dralon

     curtains down across the vinyl cushions

        of yr Birth.   Shattered rouge tete, drenched

     natural beauty bounties & Bunty annuals

        combined.   JET leather strapettes

     skim her milkshake skin, blue lights

              jive.

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                All your dirty looks, wife, all

   the well-read books. Now we KNOW how sick

          people move. Liberal crasstorn

       pussycat bleeding, I MISS YOU TOO!

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              TALCUM SHOES PLEASE, pollen Bras,

              pinstripe bootees

    & lorded cumsoaked fingerling. Dogshow

   MADNESS woofing pallid sex. O nunnery woman

         SO MONKISHLY TOUGH TOUCHING YOU

         in the thistle bristle wedding bed.

        (This game’s no sweat.)

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        Purslane Pauline sticks a lip.

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Your single body’s a striking SOVIET!

   SHEW ME ANY TARNISHED PLACE WITH

     REALLY CLEAN HEARTS.

You bent me to the maythorn blood.

You screwed me over, among the vlix and vine.

You scrapped my charts & sank beneath a tonguebloode Cry.

You stole my square of Albion and made

it sore and Sick & Cold.

You, lanced with fog, bunny claws, clover leaves

dance like clubbed skulls in

fuckdust dawns of plexiglass

and leather truncheon

MADNESS WROUGHT

BY THEE.

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                                         (Her sullen brooch

                               is quiet

     by the snowdrop’s

                            GLASSY FACE).

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         SO MUCH, SHE SAID, YOUR STARE IS

                ROTTEN BLUENESS, AS IF A STARRE

                                        GONE SICK.

                                SAMPLED THUS, SHE MADE

                                     HIM TICK.

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    Coins du feu, bleak lovenests rainchoked, cul de sac

                      nettle kisses, thistle wedding bed

            bliss bleeding plasma Now, no problem

                      honey. Teenage pulseholes burning off

      each wrist

                    
  when coffee comes at 10.

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             Escape your looks and network books.

   Manila folders burning on her quiet desk

             with skinhead children eaten

   to the marrow bone,

             beyond the poxy dole queue grind.

    Squat your legs in pissfilled doorways

        when petrol bombs Come Down

          on Plastik Spastik Oxfam Tins

        & skyblue pandas burn and blaze

          in the stinking urban wind.

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bladed HABIT & lustre. Lithic

                tuff’s a holy pudding

                          in yr tarred tray: no seek

   reward. Chanced, ugly, silence down each’s garden

                   cloche, si blonde.

      Outsnowed & casual, maythorn fingerbloode

                        itch glass alive. Lies

             jerk his fools gold pen & FILES

                      of culling dark. WHICH NEXT?

Dust, burned particles, bracken mindflow, paw

                      grubbings, nose

         money, angled fire. Au FEU

                      de la storming

       accusatory digit gangland feathered

                        lightness

       clings AWNINGS. Sun & trees

                      gone sudden

    Real.

           TIELESS RAINCOAT MONDAY, Shale

Foot.    Swift curve, tea blender, plum.

          Single tone of wrecks.

                                                          She eats

                her sex. Armpits & trains.

                             No heart. No bloody

                        valentine. Shew

                yr parent key

         is death. Un

  breath.

ALL I WANTED WAS A BAG OF FUCKDUST IN YOUR

    KITCHEN DOOR.

         ALL THAT CAME WAS ANGEL SCUM.

  Clean heart, you hoovered me th’Other way. Valentine

          diseases, glue bodies, Bunty

                fallout honey pots:    a nunnery

                     soaked in slyme. Pink Lane telegrams

                     piling

         UP in tampon pools. Yr sanguine theses

                           prick a bra. Brown Cuban heels

                  on Karen, plain satin Nehru troos

                         on Viv – slack trax to the

          EVER OPEN DOOR FROM YOU.

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                    FUN of pointed primrose toelength

shudderings.   Weed’s temptation

      shunning petal blood. Gas necks

                                     chive.

                                     ———

                 No victims when the Arm comes down

           & OCEANIK MILLSTONES OF

              ALBIONCHOPTHEDARLINGNOW.

CUMCHOKED WOMEN YELL/I STROKED A LIP/STIFF PEOPLE

MOVE.

 Torncunt swandown fingerling on Wendy’s fan.

   Dying breath from you cuts gassed-up fins

      WHERE WATER RUNS FROM COOL TO BLUE.

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       Shew me what to do when sex is glue.

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Who wants to be a victim crushed by pumped-up dirty

                     five inch scarlet heels

        in sight of sensible brown leather

                           GARDEN

                           SHOES.

              (a secret foreign Cruise).

                                        ! ? !

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                    LIPS, vacuuming velvet urban bedroom

               fringes, sucked for real her cumin-scented

                    TOES’ saliva Rim.

        female Dagger’s broken coppe.

  Stinkbloode cancels sightless STARRES.

     mouth-stings punish Ankle Fyre

               from afar.

         Her lunar blindness is a famous scar.

       ALL THE MISTY ISLAND FERRIES CANNOT

       FETCH YR FRINGE

                         TO ME.

               Zipping neckleather, muscled

                            bumps

                               &

                                I

                             mean

                               You.

                            ——

               Love you tempted Tudor rose.

                                          Ful Debonare.

               SHEW me blacksuede

                    high

heeled milky

                      gamboge

          fingers

    gleaming vinyl

               terror Dark.

   STRUT VOICING CHEEKS & SWANS OF GOLD.

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   Silkstraps falling, cloud bint, talcum breastpuffs,

      lavender ignition valentine. HEELS SLIT FUN.

Milkflake honeymoon scissors shred fat suits. Nimbus stank.

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TUNGSTEN LEGS SUSPENDERED. Braless panti

hose women

shitting squatlove brix.

Pistil sucking lemon sky DO IT NOW NOW.

Citric sex.

Give Do. Do Give & always Do.

PRESHUS JOOL.

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ALL THE NICELY PLYWOOD GENESES MOCK THE SOULE AT DAWN

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   Sweltering poupee varnished redhead you’d better Listen

             to me Now.

                     You have had a mystic Shower

               & I know you Have.

Instructions come quicker than. take off unrobe

           & bend before the wheatgerm mannish

                       boy

           who loves you as you ARE.