19 May 2008

drenched

I was totally drenched / inclines and inclinations / eyes roll upon breasts / waist / hips and the tendency to assess the fundament et al / I write this with alterations to what I thought I would write hours later / and now it is now the time of writing I fantasised about / whilst on bike tween fervent May verges of springtime fecundity / the object of my desire / the boredom bottle / in rucksack / and now successfully relocated from idling on imdb to writing for bloodied stinging discharge / I apologize / though not for deconstructive behaviour / trivialities of my existence or lewd gaze / but for imposing an anglocentric assumptive of seasonal behaviour / it may well be winter in some others springtime / there’s always soft powdery snow at xmas in hollywood and other threads of the dominant narrative / pounded into the head / squirted onto the skin / reflected in the silver cars surface / on empty mountain roads / and evaporating in the goo running from a neatly assassinated copywriters head / a contract / a lithe body / a bead of sweat runs from the nape of Uma Dais’ neck / oscar winner / actress / star / romantic lead in a dog’s tale - the waggening / aboard golden yacht / but less of her and more of the bead of sweat / glistening / trickling down tanned skin / across overly defined bones / to melt in a scant powder blue string of a bikini top / she / our starlet / glances down to the sea of flesh / of bodies / to the eternal tide of ever seasonal dead / Burmese / Jewish / Timorese / collected atrocities and the singularly dead / ripe / bloated as though alive consumertariat / maturated / bifurcated / stewed bowels explode upon the yacht’s prow / patinas of excrement across the hull of the gold ship / upon its gossip mag sails / bulimia / cellulite / anorexia / addiction and full length portraits of skelebrities unable to shit or bleed / with fabric hanging from the last points of meat clinging to the ribcage / posing / in x-ray frenzy / digitalized / pixelated / on red carpet / lends colour to cheeks / swish switch swish / tis the season to be sado / wind fills the sails / flatters the fundament / plumped up and reddened / Uma Dais leans over the compass / directions emblazoned in baroque silver / gargoyles north south east and west / predictions spout / spray upon her accentuated calf muscles in mono bland high heels / her disinterested cleavage / hardened with botox / stung with gothic urine / directionless with fake objectivity / unsucked / alone / gaunt / ploughing anonymous flesh / she turns on the TV and watches / shows / passion / delirium / the HBO show – tears of a unicorn sodomize a badgers fart / five stars the felching times / it grows old / this / crows feet derange themselves about her eyes / creep in to connect with stoned redeye / condiment appraisal and spice rack arrangement / the deck now thick with shit / thoughts empty across it / to no avail / a distressed sail flatters and flutters / unburdeneds itself / evacuates and falls loose to the writhing sea / clawed at by stiff arms / discoloured groins and pensive eye hollows / random spurts of blood / and an ejaculation thrown in for good measure….

2 comments:

cocaine jesus said...

of all the all words copiled her, my favourite line has to be 'boredom bottle'.
great!

Robert said...

your command of the language is frightening...

and makes me terribly jealous...


electric!