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a mountain i think,
you are one and your dark clouds
brown-uncurl big fat rain on me.

you are multi-amazing like a
monument
of molten orange spraying tigers
that spell
YOU.

i roll out the idea that laziness is the real
worst case devil i ever saw,
zealous with a cigar
sick-dripping smoke all
over my face.

that bit there is red in my eye and stings, i am
still incase it rolls cold upon my neck.

anyways, you're there and you tell me in your
manly clipped words about escape and

i click-clacked down amhurst
tea-sure like alphabet st
was written by me

like wonderwoman i was
and every boy
wondered, wondered

why i smelt like
sex and who i was
sex in the sex with

well, i’ll tell you for
free (i surely am)
and no mistake

i was in the sex with
this new shining black-
haired top we

shall refer to as ‘magic’
hot and soft as
profiteroles

sparking through my days
like a crackle and
BANG

cone-warm in my palm

your eye fits snug and blinks

like sun through packed-in trees.

if i close it then i can walk your whole

(your woodland in my red boots

grows out my world).

your ivy finds my sockets

and lit-up glades of pink-

the tiny bones that make up feet.

my fingers reach to nest you.

tangled in ringless branches

your hair

is tusks

hello.

if you haven't already, then have a look at rad app on myspace. there's some good things there, today we added a song-poem by Ingrid Andrew which is really nice.

www.myspace.com/radiantappliance

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

when i go
underneath
i am a
spoke
like lightning into sky
i cuts it
open with a silver
aching

i am old
but some hills are
worse
i’m vexed
a mess of blood
and pulp yet
still

made clear by the
tiny crocuses and
sheaves
scattered upon my breast
like the refraction
of
light
on water

sudden and insistent
as a day
you send me to the animals
with your kissing

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