korporeal clay

fluvial cognescenti at the parameters of head kernel, and other such and such effluezea...

late modernist throat f...

Man on the street, beneath my window, taut skin, bespectacled bone with leather, his mouth moves words into a console, graphical boundaries, stone poetry, a mock-up of a music hall comedian screams under the tranquil bridge, a fashion subconscious emerges from the image, comedian dissolving, fades, in the ribcage of 19th century beams, a gathering of guts, songs sing songs, bloated face rebellion, fat and electric, fades up, man on the street still there, a vicar sprouting from the bad-ones’ fundament, hells mouth gapes, political scenes stage spontaneous combustions, literature, faded hillocks, lichen spotted stone, the narrator sips at his liquor, dissolves…

Funereal inferno

Funereal vidi events, the way of life, the life popular, three or four decades in, presenters in the corpo colours and prescription suits embedded, fresh dressed salads competing for guests, the celebrity surface, digits in the ether reach out, vote now, a spinning globe, a sitcom in stasis, fixed stare on the walls, framed, zoomed in upon, explosion of prophylactic dialogue and logos, fashion failures in a barrage of text, image, voice, inferno, fascination with her breasts, she glitters on the couch, lifted faces stolen from the cosmetic surface, guarded eyes, sleaze, puked out advice…

hexagonal smeared faces

A black clad figure flames, flickering voices of gods flap in the mud, red bound books of the elements, oil encrusted cattle skulls, holy exploitation, ominous structures batter the sky, the sinister society of traders, urbane missionaries transporting people, the languid heat of the gateway, fetid pools of green water, scabs of rust on street furniture, indigo t-blocks, alters, trapezoidal reflections on the blue terminal surface, hexagonal smeared faces, compulsions, instrumental alibis…

clear plastic

Clear plastic, nothing else exists in the restaurant when art does, the birth parents, the dumb toothless workers, skinheads buying babies, unmentioned sex-therapy in glass topped phrases, stressed and sensitive, he doesn’t fit, imperfect geeky cigarette over lunch, fiddling with the white columns in the Melbor packet, spotty dresses translucent on the façade talk into consoles, outside, museums of leaving people, departures, valedictory glances, feigned smiles, French stuff killing me, pastries, head sized, rotate on the table, a dog slavors the other side of the muted window, dogshit and white stilettos, fountains of the tourist, of the lost camera lenses, baroque scarves surround art twat throats, beer and wire-rimmed spectacles, confusion, beige boots and pulse eyes in a hackneyed face blur along the pavement, the hum of the mono as it emerges from subterranean terminal and slides along at street level, a miming mouth recognises someone as the mono is slaked in operative words, muscles, arteries carved out of wood, just a cosy lunch and a feint to the man, the woman of the verts, office babies eat fish opposite me, bald, wrinkled, changing minds at the counter, angry emails flash between their eyes, pulsating veins wrapped in fur lined coats, barbarians at the buffet, feather horns retrieve their hats from the ceiling, anxiety, sternum itches, irritant scabs cushion the console, crusted stains on the blue shirt that covers it, distract myself and listen to some lip-glossed dialogue, occipital lobes light up under transparent skulls, cookies in the shape of old time trains, fake shaker furniture flux on my receipt, names on chains, uniformed officials, red haired screaming melted yellow ducks, the life, the literal consumerholic love, that love, love, it’s my fault, shouldn’t be here…