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another illustration for Crispin's blog 'Dear Janit' http://www.sinktherock.org/dearjanet , in which he writes letters to his fat lazy cat - Janit,  this time on the subject of naughtyness

Potato hands span into the back end of the

gap between the cooker and the side board

there lay an old, rooting jacketless blob.

Hairy hands of the disfigured body growing

gaining rooted hair in places not even the

potato hands dared to trim.

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i found out yesterday that i am going to have a book published by flipped eye publishing. this is very good news. i am going to put together work from my old books and some new stuff too that hasn't been published yet- in fact some of the stuff i have posted here. i was bitching about ‘missing the poetry boat' just the other day, so god must have heard me and gone abracadabra, allakhazam there you go you dick. hooray for me.

http://www.flippedeye.net/

you open-
palmed
is
red
the spring
of me
a world
of wild hot
deer and
moon all
round of
bone and
cunt

and junk
of breasts my
full-
mouthed
inflorescent
god of
vicious
wet-
tongued
dreaming

old as
whirlwinds
we’re
instantly
your
hot dense eye
sinks down
like teeth
in the sea
of my
otherly
soil
slave-drunk
and new-

wreathed
catkin i
wrap myself
horribly

I am cumulus cleanly spread on spaten.
los limbus, los nimbus,

as those cloud names sound sexual as heaps,
layers, those clouds; curls of hair
curls of rain, nimbus

Here is one of the first photos I got out of my new Diana+ camera. Hopefully the second roll will contain more 'keepers' but I guess you've got to walk before you can run...

all quite confusing, you spend 3 hours with a naked person and don't have sex with them, that's perverse.