Monday, September 10, 1990

Lovely Mood/schens

Adolescent girls with emerald frocks,
Armoured cars and byzantine rocks,
Listen to the begums sucking cocks,

I'm sick of this monotonous fucking rythmic ryhme ...... prose

The time has cum for the annum amourous - no more elder ladies or older women amidst their insecure frailties of post 30, no toy boy factory functions in their fussy futility of farceful, fateful, fuddled young fucks in that sphere.
Hail youth ! and its self premonitory sirens harking bustface and other charming crimes. Venture forth into the midst/mist of post - jailbait to the quarter century ! pr

Saturday, September 01, 1990

Sepia Pocket Rocket

Bedrock pearl and rhinestone whorl
shoot and shimmer, incandescent girl,
a ryhme, time for crime ?... The bomb tocks....

O.k. , surreal weal, rock that seal
burst that seam in search of cream,
push that bush, be obscene.

The time to go out is the time to cum in,
no quarter given for illicit sin.
Where is what and who is why, then is now
and how .... cyanide garnets and topaz beach,
its really turquoise out of reach of .......
Rhyme, the first time, so easy and Moribund the Burgermeister, shlock incast his glory among Arubian nubians dancing on the edge of a wedge, ruby lollipops sucking pristine peach soul, gangrenous in their turgid flow of purile pimps with sardine snow. Endless bounds across crackling sounds, phosphoresce the plasmic Korean whores, the kind that give you rancid sores, regardless of their philanthropic philtre(d) pores.
[Rooster (rú-) n. U.S. domestic cock.]
This is no Rondo/Rondeau !!