questing tendrils
frankenstitched dolls
suction cupped tentacles
of hungry ghosts
an apparition of orifice
both humid and hallucid
this is my latest haemorrage
left after the beep
for a machine masqerading as a middle class woman
speaking in a comfortably cosy british tone...

fixed with a baleful eye
an octopus resides below the calm surface area
lurking birdsong above etc.
this region is unstable.
beware falling clouds that wrap round your face and suffocate you.
maintain eye contact
my back has been caved in.

distended!
most corpulant,
YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE.

" can't decide what genre you are?
then why not try doctor motley's patented home vagrancy test!
simply urinate on the matchstick provided
then stand on one leg blindfolded
till new year's day.
don't like to look people in the face when engaging in conversation?
i find the best way is to stare at blank television! "

stare at the ceiling of a supermarket
and you might reveal it's true self

close my eyes...
everything is white.
chewing on the gritty veterbrae of a fly
stuck in my hot dog
as we sunbathe on council estate
near where the reception for your late best friend took place
and everyone takes their frustration out on the gate:
"RESIDENTS ONLY"

earthquake in milton...
survivors huddle in the pub
a scarecrow like figure arrives with man dressed as magpie
backing away from the woodlouse, he speaks:

" there is a conspiracy between the three major music channels
to time their advert breaks so they run simultaenously. "

the other agrees that rap is at it's worst when contorted into
PARTY MUSIC
it's painfully twisted limbs in coffin position for the simian
plus the others throwing shapes
in a club where no music plays
but everyone's dancing the same
this is the shepard's life
rainbows reflecting off leather jackets with retro backpatches
insignia of gangs that don't exist
the gist of the matter is
the motorcycle mechanic's outlook on life
or as i call it
brutally pointless survival
we will freeze your tears to add to our brand new polar ice cap replacements
we will build a hairpiece to cover the gap the ozone layer seeps out from

" we're coal miners, ain't we? we'll dig a tunnel and hide from meteor! "

" tentacles n' all "

on a flattened rubik's cube landscape reminiscent of light cycle game from tron
your mathematics is given physical form
and left to run amok
like a massive robot micheal jackson wandering nevada desert at night
crying his innocence out to the still empty air
this humidity is killing me
and my ability to care
hey!

" what merit this manuscript contains is an irregular heartbeat skipped
it's hardly a metronome...

this little piggy needed stitches
this little piggy went septic
this little piggy got gangrene
this little piggy got amputated
and this little piggy got lost
possibly swallowed by next door's dog?

anyway that's how i ended up with five toes and two feet. "