how i pick my scabs

I shook his hand holding it firmly / the body fell away / maps of found pornography / archaic sex sites / broken flesh / exhaustion / evaporating sweat / odour / the eyeballs smell it before the nose / fresh reds and whites / bone poking through / through the screen / skin / dry and cracked like leaves in corners of autumn stone / a silhouette of ghandi sits in the white yolk of a red flag / wearing mickey mouse ears and advising hollywood on the benefits of coprophagia and cesspool jacuzzis / valedictory glances / arms / hands held in hands / bodies fallen away / a pretty nihilist is blown into existence / hush hish smoke / she betty pages it upon a straw bail escalator / rusty / discarded with other machinery / in a broken field of unkempt reams a starlet upon absorbent / soaked / encrusted sofa in a blank room of veins / blood corsicas in fake mediterranean sunlight / diamonique blue sea and shopping channel functions as one digitless hand groping for touch sensations / rubbing nubs on gaping anal blooms and the predestination of an unwritten csi script / follicles / skin flakes / dna / all liars / corporeal betrayers of the conscious / even that which escapes you catches your finger as you stick a paper clutching hand / chamberlains’ / into the porcelain bowl / the sweet corn ship leaving a sticky brown mark upon bodies that fade away / only hands remain to grope / palms sweaty like a grapist in a grocers…

plugged in somatic

Base launched collection. Bullshit upon the urban, broken as drugs, sex and counterfeit goods. Launch recovering line being out there creative behind the attitude putting across product. See the torsos challenged, suck in a sense directly into the beat / pulse / lock-up the zygomatic arches. Parts, tongue / cheek, I think through spattered mud. All have pickings / faces polite / passive as carrion. Though drug-reality in today's. The brutality talks / and the market trades in somatic waste. The sectioned corpse framed as a nasty portrait, toothless and vacant, over-written and impaled. Image suckers see the read caption, short tongues rock idly in privileged mouths.
Sky bleached hot. Cheek punctured by regardless branding / cauterization of soft face. The remains of a torso, the image shot engages and the khaki a secondary integument still burns / melts, rivulets score channels in desensitised flesh. The gratification / identifying a generation / a opus of patients swallowed in the syndromatic models, calculated to provoke endemic triumph of cause and motives.
It is still and all remains questionable, rot, the innocent degree of knowledge assumed on the journey from black boot dancing to the director of the agency / ballerina limbs dance in the mud. Psychological effects on a formal night going ready where possible / encountering fantasies and agencies learned of the punches when speaking. Commands, orders violence static ricochets in helmet / wire frame overlay, smeared accompaniment on visor.
Promoting drug launch, a scent fusion puked into the sky.
Company took out the back of ID's skull and inserted folded programming. Stood speed-wrap / ID inside wrap perfume a fusion sniffing the message of used and crumpled language. Crucially ID's reader still condemned promoting a censoring of the initiating revival.

holidays and comics

unloaded /the drull tread towards the liquid night-time enhancer / popping / crackling candy / a plastic toy sellotaped to sellotape destroying artwork / slaine / blown away into crosshatching / messes in bottles / an ABC of line / ink and text / the pulpaviolent joy / joy / bogey extraction ecstaticism // they where good holidays / that shit / pissing off the back of a train that let you go outside of its importance as cushion / once honest / a metal tube of death / of wicker chairs and anal exploration under the lens of the holiday photographer // doctor shitoff appreciates a good pile of puss / emetic strings / french cinema coughing up pastries over faintly sexualised orchestra instruments / i feel closer / closer still / to holidays in scarborough and mk1 tiger tanks / die cast / flattening plastic soldiers / wrong scale / bought in a bag like goldfish / like ss nerds waiting to tell me the provenance of a knife / the effectiveness of an assaulting rifle upon a paper target relogging its frontal lobe / picks in hand / upon a scab right in the palm obscuring the life line and the fortune teller's incidental gaze / a vision / a pack of cards badly dealt / additional benefits procure / lazily / without thought / that first time exactly / precisely piercing eyes cut through a hillock of flesh / clad in soft horse fetus hide / the softest / the unbecoming manure of repetition and pretend graves / of dinner parties saying goodnight and other practice funerals / dead celebrity / good celebrity…

slightly pukes

Let it out, foreign voices, social work graded in the scared plastique of the mono stop, acne, grey fashion, jewellery, beads with faces in, family, memories, spend moments about her neck popping zits with my eyeballs, puss black hair caressing immaculate back, my stop, moving paving stones parading the coffins of the little war, underfoot, undermourned, recycled into play of the vertlight, timed exposure, snot, sore throat, Melbor tastes like the first time, I can taste it, imitation shoes… figures, illuminated by dark lines, stubby hand fumbles for some kind of innocence, a kind of ennui, unstimulated boredom… a drifting siren sings moonlit suns, vapour trails spunktuate the verts, dog children, feral voices wash upon pepple-dashed housing, feet paddle the air like a diseased rabbit I once saw next to the thirteenth pillar, shadow patterns of human under clusters of venting nano, wasteman pukes, slightly pukes…

princes street

sunshine / low winter sun casts gold on stone and glass faces of commerce / on erosion of edifice / past shadows of questionnaire zombies / meat melting in shine / bags / predictability / the same things as somewhere else / low slung jeans and arse cracks / nets / pretty toes in simulation animal hides / images of baudrillard wanking on the screen / the one that shows your there / watched / suspected / browsing scenes / admirers of moulded plastic / injected / promise encased / blurb / hoardings / iron spikes impale tourist pictures / metabolism of fumes / conversions / military bronze and pigeon spikes / aerial excrement defence / da-fiction / murdered names in relief / anxiety fetal again in the narratives fecund womb...

cracked porcelain

tell me something / talk of something / of bodies / of lambent night / of Atlantis / of preternatural forms / limbs / eddies of light and those best remembered fecal moments / little toilets and virginal municipalary defecation / lost in their function / their totalitarian pencil sharpening / crows / black lead / naked blades in the primary school and bluetit infected milk // memory fucks over a scene of self / sticky words glued to an airfix model / a construction / a limp deification of petite deaths with propellers / purple getting in my mouth / angels / halos of lingerie illuminate pert buttocks / silent erectile pauses / inglorious auras of blood strewn flesh / repetitive / reassuring and warm / loose limbshiter /

amputation

green laser light amputates my eyeballs / my dream of them looking/ staring / gouging out the wounds of the war dead searching for metal / scrap / rag and bone descends to respective dust types / snorted / imbibed / rattling around a pretty bloodstream / grove / a solace of trees/ lithe and green with foreign sounding words / red milk / soft pastry skin / a breakfast / a beginning / sullen days / years like manic minutes pass away / deceased chronologies / people fuck in another room as I relieve myself of processed vodka and coke / empty boredoms clank / glass on glass / see through walls that should always be kept lower than eyebulbs so the further edge of the ellipse fools you into thinking there is more than there is / digestion / acid / erosion / and the shit people expelled in obeisance of the narrative / the story / monotone and full of gods / full of phrases that end their own life’s / hung / drawn / dissected and photographed decapitations / a line of heads on the shore / sockets vacant / amputated.....