epileptic in an Aegean sunrise

An epileptic in an Aegean sunrise, technically theft, fucking with the prescription under the auspices of cctv, a secondary market in sharp digitised colour, feminine pixel noises in rubber gloves, console vibrates in chest, chirps, echoes in the multi-story, remembered as grey concrete, a comic strip of verts and vidi, a shag in the company car, faded aircraft scratch the sky, khaki vert over the head of crouching ghoul and ghosty sick for pulse, revolution on the beach, streaks of audio piss, level 5, closing in, the special patient gets a golden enema, there on the stairs, purple discharge peppered with dead gensects and shit bespattered plastic in the retro style, level 6, the roof, I see her clear the wall, a two for one intellectual, impact thud and I’m still out of breath, her physio-fragrance lingers, limber green, pharmaceutical and lipstick pills, red leather with child protective caps, eye catching digital ejaculent flickers over the container, pulse, the capsule of choice…

hand in hand up the ikea of it all

A terrible thought boarding the mono, rainbow serpents and forests steaming, evaporating, kids headset fizzes with the process of dieing, gaunt men haunt the compartment each adorned with a skull, mono glides on, underworld horns rise out red disused earth, diagrams of fish flutter in the sunlight, filtered through an imaginary green canopy, passing over orgies of scattered meat on the pavements, in the yellow grass of intersections and railings, flesh and sacrifice, a stabbed pig squeals at the end of a corpse pyre queue, hand in hand up the ikea of it all, spirits and fumes entwine, entangle plastic coated stone statues, embedded with microscopic reflective transmitting beads, historical figures inhabited by stacked coffins and pregnant rats, laughing through the stench of mortality, baskets of fruit and mixed severed limbs share jokes with the crippled monuments, stones dreaming of movement, levitation, headless and smooth, stooped humans clamber, catching glimpses of themselves, draped in rancid pink, holding an umbrella, immobile and in bitter struggle, slithering soundlessly on stone stairways, jewels held in their mouths, glittering, reflecting intended sounds and their downloaded movie star voices, sticky with the venom of familiar inflections, poisons, consumption in humid ruins, watched over by celestial nymphs, flittering in the cosmos of facades, despair, images of enticement combined with a kind of compassion for a potent language…

privacy hotel

In the privacy of a hotel room, payment for the ballet of dietary dysfunction and bandaged noses, plastic spheres, hairless pink mould, stitched in blond synthetic, mannerised page by page, nothing, the toilet fluxes with seascapes, holiday verts, virtual sand swirls in dirty sink water, [his name was danger] stop seeing the children cast in bronze, spirals of colour encounter a mild shock, flick on the screen, categories, nominees, prestige, randy gnomes in model costumes, armour rusts in the lambent rays of light, her mouth covered with white hair, pulse tuning in, a husky voice climbs steep stairs, dissected vocal chords slime along an elaborated balustrade, squares of aluminium hang about the throat of the nominated chaffinch, coffee steams in the blue grey, mercury beads, shadows beside me coalesce, the price, style and name of the bed I’m sitting on, helicopter blades in the roof, the latest arrivals, scraped clean crystal red bodies, the verts translucent skin holds darkness hostage…

Pulse (excerpt)

Can’t get enough, the signs, the bodies changing, leaving me behind to a controlled interior, fireworks, exploding addictions, verts, isolated lips sync, semi-fore limbs in unison, neon nano filaments animate, gesticulate, work bodies fresh, it’s looking like today, pencil moustaches and ergonomic glasses, an on stage vertigo, American robots mime aleatory glitter and corrugating scissors, folding foetal rock stars mirrored in the soap magazine confessionals tumble from a moving car beneath the monorail, damp crow feathers, blood striated spittle, strings, glistens, glance at the console, embedded in sternum, grime flecked, the killers stance, miserable, dismantled, fussed and primed, holding breath, condensating international home-grown explosive, ejaculating dreams coming true, a dog patrol in the distance, back to the box, greasy and orange in the lamplight, a close up, barking, console chirps, it comes into view, silhouetted, lime green wrist bands glow, closer, soft limbs tied together, dropped like it’s hot, nano flexes in tubes emerging out of the exposed gut, steaming, cooling on the tarmac, [sipping chilled water on a nice train in Japan, rain streaking the windows] tattoos climb on strung out skin, absolute sonic wired eyes, glancing into the little cowed city, mono station glows soft blue, illuminates the wasteman, infections and what you can’t sell, a crowd flutters in the soft blue, pigtails hang lank into popcorn, happy stomachs, animatronic pandas, endangered mannerisms, full reactions promised, in the verts, in the sky, eyes hidden under plastic shades, rolling, bubbling along with the cloud, the wasteman twitches a little, a customised leg bespattered with chrome and broken pianists fingers, gensects, larval, adult, covered in nanopuss emerge, lessons on how to die, switched into overload, corpo mistake or virus, asking why? dribbling verbiage, tonight by the abattoirs door, a running sore ruptures, follows the rules, torn musculature, carefully traced with rivulets of red scab water, coughing into a crescendo, accumulation, [fat feel good factor in the feature length episode] human rights, vices, sleaze in the glow of the skyverts, judgements behind dead windows, inflamed tumescent architecture splits, stops, closer, gather up some gensects and other downloaded materials, maniacal in sterilised plastic, a medicated silence drifts upon the corpse, a mono slips by into its blue terminal bubble…