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portrait-painting of James Edward Davd Bellamy (March 3rd 2022)


- 'I don't think i've ever read something like this before. It was a hell of a ride, and i've read it twice now. It became like a shamanic chant in my mind as i read it, with echoes and harmonizing of ghosts...Haunting lyricism... I can hear Dylan Thomas reading it in my mind?... I don't know what to say. All I can say is your work is original - I say again: 
I have never viewed a poem like this before.'-

 

james edward david bellamy was born in a storm 02/12/1972.
james edward david bellamy has written more than 1,800 songs (lots of which are lengthy in performance)
james edward david bellamy is an award-winning poet: some of jed bellamy's poetry was shortlisted for  
"The Youth George Macbeth Poetry Prize" (1992/3) and his poetry was awarded, in full, a "Creative Roots/Apples & Snakes"
poetry prize (2004)
& jedd bellamy was a recipient of "The J. Richard Wakely" poetry award (2009).

james edward david  bellamy has written three million words for poetry.

all of james bellamy's songs are speed-written (in fact, some of them took fewer than fifteen minutes to write!)
james bellamy has written 4 novels (one of which is just as long as James Joyce's "Ulysses")
james bellamy writes 40 poems a week.
james bellamy once experienced two paid gigs in comic poetry c/o Karl Dhyman's Vice Verso performance poetry group (1999).
in the year 2004, Pan Macmillan expressed an interest in jim's poems/ in the year 1997, the Media Mogul James Whale proclaimed Jim Bellamy 'The Poet Laureate of all South London.'

there are at least 1,300 songsheets featured on this website.
the front-page of this site features 190 songsheets.
jim bellamy loves the idea of ingenious epic song-writing.
jim bellamy achieved a diploma in the art of writing poetry

jim bellamy is straight of sex but entirely single/James has never had sex.
jim bellamy's ancestors were largely gypsies and Irish tinkers.
james edward david bellamy attended The Pimlico School of Music (1982-1983) & in 1990, jedb achieved an automatic placement at Magdalen College, Oxford University/he has fifteen good qualifications/he intends to die aged fifty?


jim has been living in West Norwood London for all of his natural life. 

jimmy adores the total dark cruel poetical theatre of Artaud and Piscator.
Jim bellamy does not have a criminal record/jim despises all crime.
all of the songsheets featured on this website are the exclusive all-absolving word-creations of James Edward David Bellamy (now aged 49).
Jim started writing his poetry and songs while still at school.
Jim sometimes uses the nom-de-plume 'Tatlin Bellamy.'
the bona fide (but now deceased) poetry editor Simon Jenner once proclaimed Jim's poetry "Great some and quite a scrap."
The bona fide poet-author-editors of The Iron Press/Iron Magazine once insisted that Jim Bellamy's poetry
should achieve 'posthumous acclaim', rather like the great verses of John Drinkwater
and Walter Savage Landor.

Jim Bellamy finished school in 1991.
Bonnie Keefe once expressed an interest in Jim Bellamy's songsheets.
Jim Bellamy derides all censorship: Jim despises all sex prudishness Jim Bellamy despises all racism/Jimmy derides all sexism/Jim is not anti-gay/James David Bellamy is not anti-semite/jimmy wants all rape ruined/James despises all pornography/James has never hired whores/James dislikes all red-light districts.


Jim Bellamy is an utmost cat lover.

James Edward David Bellamy is part disabled.

Jimmy Bellamy has eclectic tastes in Poetry & Music and he plays the acoustic guitar.

Lots of Jim Bellamy's songsheets have perfect metrical patterns. Most songs do not possess perfect metrical patterns.

Most of the endless words featured on this site can be read as both poems and songs. If you find references to songsheets, please link and perhaps experience both song lyrics and poems (hand in glove?)

 Virtually all of JEDB's poems have perfect beats.

jedb does not have a criminal record

 

 

 ...some of the songs:-

 

24 YEARS REMIND THE TEARS OF MY EYES (BURY ME NOW, FOR I WALK WITH YOU).

 24 years remind the tears of my eyes. (bury me now, for I walk with you).
24 years, yet I’m still alive. (take me down to the river, do). 24 years
of reaping the rise, and still I feel in love with you.

24 years, and I’m
still alive. (take me down to the river, do). All alone, we walk on bone,
melting away the spheres of night. All alone, we talk of stone, strange as
severed summers bright. follow me & I’ll follow you, follow me & break on
thru..

24 years remind the tears of my eyes, 24 years reveal a hollow
disguise. each & every day, we pass away, carving out the scandals for the
jesus crew. (take me down to the river, do, take me down to the river,
do).

24 years remind the tears of my eyes, 24 years of your booted shoes.
(take me down to the river do, take me down to the river). honesty shall
outlive us: just as waxen faces fade to red, love shall not forgive us,
nor the sun of beauty heal the dead. 24 years remind the tears of my eyes.
(bury me now, for I walk with you).

24 years remind the tears of my eyes;
24 years, as cold as blue...      

   

note: the above songsheet was written in response to the poetry of Dylan Thomas.

 

 & THE MOJO'S WRITHING (nb. this song took ten minutes to write).
 
      Well I took a little ride along the sentry stones, stepped into the centre
      of the mural thrones; summoned up love from a sonic state of screams;
      sired into red steeples the graves of endless dreams
      & the Mojo's riding,
      & the Mojo's riding: the Mojo's riding
    in an automatic tomb, an automatic
      tomb, an automatic tomb, an automatic tomb.
      Well I took a little reason
      from a summer gun, let fly the seed of rages & summoned up the sun;
      summoned up murder from the freeway in my brain; sired into red steeples
      the graves of endless flame.
    & the Mojo's riding, & the Mojo's riding: the
      Mojo's riding in an automatic tomb, an automatic tomb, an automatic tomb,
      an automatic tomb.
     Sickness schemes its thunder high, cloven rockets
      pierce the skies: up with angels, mania thrums; in cranial beauty, demons
      drum. Past the palace of descent, in widow windows, under vents, as the
      Lord destroys all love, God's eremites deny their blood: sickled in the
      ships of hell, shopshadows whistle down the cells; no more blue love, just
      trendless shame, just endless whispers in the brain.
     & the Mojo's riding,
      & the Mojo's riding: the Mojo's riding in an automatic tomb, an automatic
      tomb, an automatic tomb, an automatic wound-
      Mistress maiden, Madam Death,
      in the Ark, let thunder's theft, like a sword of azured light, sever wings
      from angelled night: Mistress maiden, Madam scarlet, in the Ark, let
      thunder storm: under Phapos, let God's darlings rape away the Golden Dawn.  
         
  & the Mojo's riding, & the Mojo's riding: & the Mojo's riding
     in an
      automatic tomb, an automatic tomb, an automatic tomb, an automatic tomb: &
      the Mojo's riding, with city spirits driving, & the Mojo's dying...    

      

SHE'S BEEN BETRAYED?
      she's been betrayed like a thousand girls before; walks into her
      heartbreak like christ walks into a door - doesn't care for feeling - all
      feeling's vacant now; walks across the ceiling like christ walks across
      His golden bough.
    she's been betrayed, she's been betrayed, she's been
      betrayed like a thousand girls before, she's been betrayed, she's been
      betrayed, she's been betrayed like a thousand girls before.
     she's been
      betrayed like a million girls behind; doesn't care to pray, for prayer is
      simply out of mind - does her best to hide her tears, but tears gets in the
      way - doesn't care to disappear, for disappearing's pain.
     she's been
      betrayed, she's been betrayed, she's been betrayed like a thousand girls
      before, she's been betrayed, she's been betrayed, she's been betrayed like
      a thousand girls before.
    she's been betrayed like a thousand girls before,
      walks into her heartbreak like christ walks into a door, doesn't care for
      happiness, for happiness is gone, walks across her craziness like christ
      walks through a song. she's been betrayed, she's been betrayed, she's been
      betrayed like a thousand girls before. she's been betrayed, she's been
      betrayed, she's been betrayed like a thousand girls before.
  Are we on the nightship?
 
 
MISTER MEPHISTOPHELES' TEA-PARTY  (nb. this song took fourteen minutes to write).
 
      at the end of a rainbow, where the starfish spree; where the mermen glide
      and the anemones weave - in the very middling centre of a cave at sea -
      mister mephistopheles sits down for tea.
   the table's laid and the chairs
      set to, and the lamplight's motion is lighting the blue, and from the
      middle of thunder come the guests to be, where mister mephistopheles sits
      down for tea. and here there are potions and purple pomades, and songbirds
      and dovebirds and fashionable raves, and here too are sermons and songs in
      high key, where mister mephistopheles sits down for tea.
   at the end of a
      rainbow, at the end of the night, inside the other side, within the
      smoking of a pipe - in the centre of a notion, in the middle of a plea -
      mister mephistopheles sits down for tea.
    and now the guests arrive by
      midnight coach, and the best of the men wear a scarlet broach, and the
      best of the hens wear a shaman's beads, when mister mephistopheles sits
      down for tea. and when the evening's at an end, hellfire burns, and the
      selling of a soul is all that's earned - and the hellfire burns and the
      hellfire flees - where mister mephistopheles sits down for tea.
    and if you
      should wonder whose teacups glint, then look no further than the eyelid's
      blink, and look no further than the fathomless sea - the haunt of mister
      mephistopheles...
 
 
         CRAZY IS THE HARVEST MOON  nb. this song took 14 minutes to write

      Ask my lady what she really wants to be; she says, Baby, can't you see:
      I've never lived, all I did was try to die: so I say, Lady, needs must the
      will to cry.
  Crazy is the harvest moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy
      is the harvest moon, crazy is the casuistry...
    Ask my father what he
      tried to do; he says, Son, I did my best for you: I never lived long, all
      I did was pine away: so I say, Father, needs must the will to pray.
     Crazy
      is the harvest moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy is the harvest moon,
      crazy is the casuistry
     Ask mad Tarsus just why he chose to change; he
      says, Man, best I did was to derange: I never cared much, just chose to
      lose my head: so I say, Tarsus, needs must the idle dead.
       Crazy is the
      harvest moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy is the harvest moon, crazy
      is the casuistry
     Ask the Lord why he went direct away: He says, Man,
      the best I did was to betray: I saw the stars fall, but never thought to
      trust: I say, Jesus, best you find the route to lust.
     Crazy is the harvest
      moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy is the harvest moon, crazy is the
      casuistry
    Ask me now just where this life will lead: I say, Woman,
      best contest this devil seed: best destroy me before my light burns out:
      best try to break my brain than live in endless pout.
     Crazy is the harvest
      moon, crazy is the harvest tree, crazy is the harvest moon, crazy is the
      harvest factory...
 
      
RAIDED (A REWRITE OF RUBY TUESDAY) nb. this song took fifteen minutes to write.

      We walked thru red fields of leavened gold: by the time we kissed, our
      hearts were cold. We walked through red fields of leavened skein: by the
      time we kissed, our hearts were stained
  So goodbye now, braided baby, I am
      still in love with you: you & me were meant, my baby; ain't it true that
      love breaks thru.
   We walked through the rills & hills of light: by the
      time we kissed, our hearts weren't right: we walked meadows, moons &
      garden bowers: by the time we kissed, our hearts weren't ours.
  So goodbye now, braided baby, I am still in love with you:
     you & me were meant, my
      baby; ain't it true that love breaks thru.
      Time cannot accord what passion
      maims: in the scent of thunder, time defames: ain't that just the cost,
      blue love is merely loss, & when it comes to praying, loving rains: ain't
      that ashame?
     So goodbye now, braided baby, I am still in love with you:
      you & me were meant, my baby; ain't it true that love breaks thru.
    Museday Murmur, bluesday kiss of sun; in love's scarlet number, truth succumbs:
      love is always altared, its lust a baptised skein: museday murmur, bluesday
      murder: the love we had was vain.
     So goodbye now, braided baby, I am still
      in love with you: you & me were meant, my lady; ain't it true that love
      breaks thru: you & me were meant, my lady; ain't it true that love breaks
      thru: in leavened fields, true love's our enemy; as time denies, all light
      disproves...
     
    
 
HELIO ARTICHOKE
      Drank from the artichoke last Sunday, turned against all sin on museday,
      spent a little while in a tigron's cage, slavering away against decay; saw
      the trainlights spurn to mean, shot against my fused & dead demesne, did
      my best to marry on; drank from a choke & sired a ripper son.
   i did not
      rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid, i did not rate
      u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid.
     Drank from the
      artichoke last Sunday, turned against all sin on museday, summoned up Zion
      from a golden stage, danced my mind against love's grade; saw the
      trainlights purdah out, shot against my fused & den-eyed pout, did my best
      to do my best for u; drank from a choke & broke on thru.
      i did not rate u,
      no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid, i did not rate u, no, i
      never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid.
    Helio Bundy, Morrison mane,
      why do you drive my mind insane, why does your pick of leather hate sire
      against my mental state: helio Bundy, wicked child, why do u rise against
      the mild, why do the dirty on light's dream, why rape the child & act
      obscene?
   Family garden, sickle feast, why put my brain inside the beast,
      why take away the loves I had, why spurn away the gentle mad? i did not
      rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid, i did not rate
      me, no, i never raped me, i did not rape me, little kid: i did not rate
      the summer sun enough to save a life begun: i did not rate u nor me at
      all, all i did was fall & fall.
     Helio, helio artichoke, helio, helio
      artichoke; saw it in the news, the child tells lies in hope; helio, helio
      artichoke. I did not rate the child I knew, i still don't rate the things
      he do: saw it in the news, the child dies blue: I did not rate the things
      u do. i did not rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate u, little kid,
      i did not rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rate the things i did: i
      did not rate u, no, i never raped u, i did not rape u, little kid, i did
      not rate u, no, i never raped u:
   i did not rate the things Love did?
     ..Are we on the night-ship?
 
 
SIMON ROLO 
      Simon Rolo, Marco Polo: he's got trumpets going solo: has a pair of
      dolphin boots, a walrus lantern & a suit.
    In the summer of his eyes, Simon
      Rolo's bright disguise parades in seashore rhapsodies, spastic rifles &
      high trees. Marco Polo, Simon Rolo: he's got doctors in a folio: has a
      grasp on magic science; a starry beard on skin defiant.
         As his history
      rocks & rakes, Simon Rolo finds the brakes: driving, driving all day long,
      Simon Rolo sings a song.
      Simon Rolo, Marco Polo: he's got dates with
      Tolkein's Frodo: buys a ticket for a ride, shines his shoes & shines his
      eyes.
     As he swims in Autumn seas, Simon Rolo's senses heave: gliding,
      gliding all night long, Simon Rolo bears a son.
      Marco Polo, Simon Rolo:
      master-mistress to time's solo: got a wallet in his ears, has a bike with
      ninety gears. In the sermons of the skies, Simon Rolo waves goodbye, & as
      music here abounds, Rolo's world slips underground?
 
 
 KNIFE THE SUN  (nb. this song took 8 minutes to write).


Knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; you know the rules, now go on the run
-life destroys as peace defines - come take the womb & make it grind.
knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; you know the rules, now go on the run.

The moon gets cold & the stars grow older; no more the moon, just look
over your shoulder - the darkness maims as the summer declines - no more
the womb, just destruction in the mind.

Your palls of white are closing, lady; four palls of death, four palls of
closet red - night is the madness, all-deposing - no more the womb, just
destruction in the head - we've seen the summer climbing softly - the
truth is dreaming, a million tombs behind - no more a life, just birth in
rumour's posing; no more the womb, just destruction in the light.

Knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; knife the sun, lady, knife the sun;
knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; knife the goddamn sun. come on a trip
& the acid heart shall seize; come on a trip & the heart shall greet
disease; come swallow rot & sense the heart run red; come swallow rot &

see the child run dead..

Knife the sun, lady, knife the sun; knife all the men you've ever won;
knife at the wards, at the hospice in the lung; knife all the men you've
ever won..

Loved loud women, always did; loved loud women since just kids; -
come take this Lord away; loved reeled crime since we raped day..  

      
       

STUDENT OF ORCHIDS (after John Lennon's 'Working-Class Hero')

You can promise me riches & famish my mind, you can plough me with fixes &
publish my rhymes, you can give me a billion & set my world free, but a
Student of Orchids is nothing to be.
You can buy me a girlfriend & promise
all time, you can suffer my silence & straighten my spine, you can giggle
& gaggle & be wild & free, but a Student of Orchids is nothing to be.
When
they've told you I'm sentient, well you must see that the sentient soul is
all punished by greed, & the key to it all is that sentience flees, for a
Student of Orchids is nothing to be.
You can pamper my mystery & make me
fly, you promise me garlands from heavenly skies; but there's only one
thing that you really must see: a Student of Orchids is nothing to be.
There's a cloud on the summit that never climbs down, & that cloud is
before you, that cloud is a sound, & there's only one thing, one thing
that is key: a Student of Orchids is nothing to be.
& there's only one
measure, one thing that is key: a Student of Orchids is nothing to be: &
there's only one measure, one thing that is key: a Student of Orchids is
nothing to be...             are we on the night ship?!..

**

       
SUNLESS SONG (nb. this song took 14 minutes to write).
 
And I don't remember when last I saw the sun
I heard there books of premises
But I must have read them wrong
Cut of gas-tap carriages
Through which the whorld respires
I sit and scribble messages
Where daylight pales to fire
And I don't remember when last I saw the sun
Don't remember when indifference last took me for a son
 
And I don't remember when last a sunrise rose
Over the wits that spit me
Closer and closer to cooling prose
I heard there were books of Genesis
But i must have read them wrong
Holding a woman to ransome
For the follies of mankind's wand
 
And I don't remember when last I saw the sun
Don't remember when a woman last took me in her arms
And I don't remember when last a sunset sank
Over the wits that fester me
Closer and closer to Godless ranks
Cut of gas-tap carriages
Through which the whorld respires
I sit and sing in offices
Where daylight pales to fire
 
And I don't remember when last i saw the sun
Don't remember when indifference last took me for a son.
..
...
.note:
the unusual word 'whorld' in this song is a word portmanteau.
copyright jdb 1991..
 
 
GEMERALD (SPEED-WRITTEN PSYCHODRAMATIC POEM-SONG)
 
      flowers, powers, fusion, flowers, beyond the moon, the endless power,
      sunned in murder, muffles love, all and all as cold as blood. flowers,
      powers, fusion, flowers, beyond the moon, the endless power, sunned in
      frightmare, muffles fate, all and all as cold as rape. indigo winter,
      indigo summer, all and all, the world is number. indigo summer, indigo
      autumn, all and all, the world is warden. flowers, powers, fusion,
      flowers, beyond the moon, the serpent wish, sunned in murder, twining
      madly, scores away the endless kiss. flowers, powers, endless towers,
      under time, this earth is empty. the way is gemerald, the way is temporal,
      the clay-cold kiss of love is real. all and all, as cold as fury, endless
      flumes the rape of curie. all and all, as dead as living, endless flumes
      the soul's misgiving. flowers, fusion, flowers, denusion, all and all,
      this earth's delusion. ultrasonic, multisounded, all and all, this earth
      is grounded. burial rumour, death-kiss glimmer, world under world, the sun
      grows thinner. burial rumour, death-kiss manger, world under world, the
      Son's defamer.

  flowers, powers, fusion, flowers, beyond the moon, the
      endless power, stunned in hearing, muffles love, all and all as cold as
      blood. whispers brick the eye in midnight, misters brick the sky in
      flightnight. death devolves, death defines, death revolves and death's
      divine. flower, first fusion of the demon empire, tower, first fusion of
      the demon entire, flower, power, tower, the day is gemerald, flowers,
      powers, fusion, the gem's confusion. no more seeking the foreign word for
      worship, no more seeking the foreign word for transepts - flowers, powers,
      towers, fusion lives forever. flowers, towers, powers, fusion reaps the
      weather. beyond the moon, beyond the sun, beyond the flint inside the
      cum. beyond all this, the town of azure; beyond all this, the tower of
      pleasure. death devolves, death defines, death lives on in broken minds.

       earth beneath earth, dream under thunder, all and all, the flower must
      sunder. quiddicch lover, wiccan brother, wiccan brother, semite mother- as
      the summer breaks aside, all and all, the eyes grow wide. give me the
      palace of mental easter, give me the summer of scented beasts - no more
      time for clocks that turn, just the time for labial urns. flowers, powers,
      fusion, flowers, beyond the moon, the endless power, sunned in murder,
      muffles love, all and all as cruel as blood. dream, why shape the wake for
      sharing? dream, why share the wake for prayer? dream, why shape the snake
      for snaring? dreams live on in tempest air. flowers, powers, fusion,
      flowers, gemerald shower, amber dour. dowry girl, give me plenty, dowry
      girl, rend me empty. shend the sun, shend the moon, shend the lung, shend
      the womb. the smoke in the hills is eagle shadow, the smoke in the hills
      is eagle mallow. gemerald, sieve in the cobwebbed lover, gemerald, sieve
      in the cobwebbed drum, gemerald, sieve of spider ages.

        flowers, powers,
      towers, the word is scum. spend all your years in a prism prison, sweat for
      the grave beyond all light. flowers, powers, towers, all the world is
      gemerald. flowers, powers, towers, all the world is temporal. shend the
      sun, shend the moon, shend the banshee in her tomb. christ comes here to
      prove no truth; all and all, the word's uncouth. leave aside the
      ultrasonic, cleave away the mate bubonic - this is the earth, so live it -
      death comes after, a deadly
 sea clit...
 
NOT TO TOUCH ON BIRTH ( Response to The Door's Not to
      Touch the Earth)    nb. this song took 16 minutes to write.
 
      Not to touch on birth, not to seize the guns, nothing left to do but murder
      as we run - let's run, let's run, let's run
     Beneath the roman rill, womb is rotted still
      meadows in red breeze, death beneath the leaves - let's murder as we run,
      let's murder as we run; come on, babe, let's run - Run with men u do not
      know, run with pirates, thieves & crows - never cease till time let's go -
      run with pirates, thieves & rogues.
     The mercury man is one million moons
      away: serried in the hand, the graveward world decays: serried under fire,
      tombstones fry: let's run, run, run; let's run against god's eyes
   Run with
      men u do not know, run, run, run; never let love go - never cease till
      death must flow - run, run, run; never let love go?
   Some routlaws pray
      by a cell in the spine; the pentecheuchal daughter is a maiden doing time
      - life schemes forever, life prays as living maims - gone west as Hero's
      slaughter, the ark of heaven stains.
    Blood is a Bible, blood is aspen
      rhythm; blood is the plectrum that shends away the prism - routlaws,
      doubtlaws, men inside the mind - the pentecheuchal daughter is a maiden
      doin' crimes. No man knows the heaven's reason, no man knows the heaven's
      treason - No Man breathes beneath the mystic earth - No Man is Man & Man
      is smirf - I am the schiz swing, here to cure a gold ring; I used this wing?
 Ahhh murder me with your flava and your power
  uhhh snap my city razor
   la, cut a kissed wasp-flower
   
  the patient of Adromeda is interfused with swinged
   dog deaths and canine statues

  run with me, run with me: let lobbed masses
  swing for the pirates, the thieves, the crows
  ehhhh?
   hedons hear hearsed fallen ashes
   dragging dolts from fuel-tongued hashes
   and the keen ghosts of sex-sundered veins
   cum deeply for
   chapped daughtered doctored sex wards
  cum, come with us:
  claim life inside us as a gaoled daddy dreamed bus
  STOPS
  Dead!..]
 u huh!!
 ..run with pirates, thieves and crows....
       
...
LOST IN LONDON (nb. this song took 15 minutes to write).
 
Lost in London, I
Turn to the minarets,
Dance thru my numb surprise
Like some bought cigarette:
In the dense capital
I see the world of fire
Burn like a madrigal
Into suburbing pyres.
 
Lost in London, I
Pass by the Soul Cafe;
Breathe with the afterlives
Of men who've passed away:
Here I sense Camden Lock,
There I sense Whitechapel
Dreaming their dreams on hock
Up thru a Miracle.
 
Lost in London's eyes,
Lost in the wrecks of Day,
I tread so carefully
As to combat decay;
And, as I pass along
Into the streets of Time,
I hear a Westend Song
Raging along my mind.
 
Lost in London, I
Note all the pirouhettes
In the Big House of Lies
Whaved by a sea of Death;
And, as blue oceans fly
Into the River Thames,
Down come the Bells of Crime
Into the Bells of Ben.
 
Lost in London's eyes,
Lost in the depths of fear,
I search for dreams to hide,
Yet nothing here endears;
And, as I roll on past
Each Restaurant and Bar,
I see all London's past
Burn, like a stolen car.
 
 ...

FILIMIC (after WH Auden's 'Stop all the Clocks')

Prune down the angels to the wick
Snuff out all candles, unbake all bread
Spoil all trenches with a slick
Ferry the living to the dead
Where blows a lover, deal
A fatal flaw to all that call
Mar all saviours with a weal
Slash the cinema seats and stalls.

They were the shivers of the silver screen
Where their blood flows, the curtain thralls
Retire all vision to the dumb
For now no good may come of all.

Lash the usherette to the sedge
Unravel torches down the hill:
Crash the armies through pithead
Mess the crowd till life lies still

Where crows a regime's alms,
Dash the lights and kill the spiels
Where glows a face of calm,
Gnash each drama round the keels.

They were all we owned
Where they lie dead, there may be none
Embalm the filmic gods with bones
For now all love is done...

*note: -

"Funeral Blues" or "Stop all the clocks" is a poem by W. H. Auden.
The poem first appeared in the 1936 play The Ascent of F6.

 **
 

      THE MONDAY HOUSE
      the monday house, the monday house: where guards refuse, the words push
      thru: the monday house, the monday house: eyes like twenty now, eyes like
      twenty now. the monday house, the monday house: where summer burns, the
      sirens turn: the monday house, the monday house: eyes like twenty now,
      eyes like twenty now. the monday house, the monday house: where birds
      refuse, the words amuse: the monday house, the monday house: eyes like
      twenty now, eyes like twenty now. the endless monday house.

      DEAD BABY, OPEN YOUR EYES!
      they say that she's bulimic - well! - that's just a remit, you can tell;
      and tho' she eats both thick and thin, you'll never see her down the gym.
      i've been tryin' to picture you as somethin' more than fattenin' food; but
      thru the ages, one thing's sure: picture bulimia will ask for more. i
      heard an obese girl today ask her father for some praise - they say that
      she's bulimic, too, but you can tell that's not quite true; and this day
      i'll try to be as good with words as i can be - it's picture bulimia, my
      friend, that'll carry us unto the end. i've been tryin' to picture u as
      something more than fattenin' food; but through the ages, one thing's
      sure: picture bulimia will ask for more. now she's a kind of woman who'll
      ingest much more than jesting fools - don't u know, she'll never die, for
      dying is for those who cry; and this day i'll try to be as good with words
      as i can be - it's picture bulimia, thank god, that'll spare us from the
      rod. i've been tryin' to picture u as something more than fattenin' food;
      but thru the ages, one thing's sure: picture bulimia will ask for more -
      but thru the ages, one thing's sure: picture bulimia will ask for more.    

      imagine the world in its finery slippin-n-slidin to a wondrous sea.
      imagine a lantern in a mountain taking a trail into the trees. imagine the
      world in its finery slippin-n-slidin, where marvels spree. listen and
      together we shall see just how time shall wander free. listen together and
      listen now to the size of the sacred cow. imagine the world without no
      hurt taking a trail to birthless flirts. imagine an earth that knows no
      name forever leading shame to flame. imagine the world without all pain
      taking a trail to the summer's vein. listen and together we shall see just
      how time shall wander free. listen together and listen now to the size of
      the sacred cow. now its not hard to imagine life - just open your eyes and
      sense the knife. now it's not hard to imagine life - just open your eyes
      and sense the heist. listen together and we shall see just how time shall
      wander free. listen together and listen now to the size of the sacred cow.

      suffering with violence at the edge of the world, awaiting spanish demons
      to fight the girls: suff'ring under scarlight, where the wickedness
      relays: suff'ring with violence at the edge of the grave.crime, u kill me
      gladly, and yet all crime is live; as lively as the candy that raids the
      hive. suffering with violence at the edge of heaven's face, waiting for
      god's license to whisk away the mace: suff'ring in the sequence of angels
      who abscond: suff'ring in silence at the close of the fond. crime,u kill
      me gladly, and yet all crime is live; as lively as the candy that raids
      the hive. suffering with violence at the edge of Mars: suff'ring with
      volence and its motorcars. crime, u kill me gladly, crime, u turn me
      round: crime, u stone this heart aground. suff'ring with violence both
      night and day, suff'ring wioth violence in every way: suff'ring and
      raving,till the suff'ring ends. suff'ring, endless,for ever.

      once there was a way to be so golden: easy was the way for time to
      open.now it's easy to believe, now it's easy to  tease: baby,you're never
      coming home.once there was a way to be all-knowing: easy was the way to
      pray; all-glowing. now the idol is received and we've nothing to conceive:
      baby, you're never coming home. easy was the way to be emboldened: easy
      was the night that made us olden. now the rite has turned away and we're
      living in delay: baby, we're never coming home. baby, we're never coming
      home.                           o dead baby, open your eyes?

      UNDER, OVER, INBETWEEN
      the sun, the womb, the moon run blind, the moon, the tomb, the stars
      behind. all and all, this precious love, borne on jewels from skeins above
      - under, over, inbetween -rocks this heart to mesadene. the sun, the star,
      the holy grail; the mystic mentor in the vale. all and all, this precious
      dream, endless as the summer's beam - under, over, inbetween, under, over,
      inbetween. no more to find the love we knew - no more the winter in the
      dew - all and all, inbetween. mesadene, mesadene. 

      i sup the drink, i turn it back, i sup the drink, i fade to black, i fade
      to black, i tread the track: i sup the drink, i sup the drink. i sup the
      drink, the night is blue, i sup the drink, i break on thru: i sup the sun,
      i drown the rain, i revel in my starless pain; and when the world has come
      to give too many men to starless bids, the rest shall dream, the moon
      shall flume; the darkest way shall fail forever. sup the drink, fade to
      black, sup the drink, tread the track: greet me in the streets of azure,
      endless in your wicked leisure. sup the drink, drown the moon, sup the
      drink, storm the tomb: too many men, too many men, all too many men. the
      day shall dawn and life shall rise, red inside its bright disguise, and
      when the sun has come to die, the night shall stream from tearless eyes.
      the night shall stream from tearless eyes.

      PUBLIC WIG 
      burning public lairs like tar, smoking on a spent cigar, serenading
      tarnished moons, resurrecting poisoned wombs.what in hell's name made you
      feel as if your public wig were real; what in hell's name made you think
      as if your public wig were pink? burning female gods all day, burning
      female lords all night - endless thunder, trendless light - trendless,
      trendless night. what in hell's name made you feel as if your public wig
      were real; what in hell's name made you think as if your public wig were
      pink? burning up the labial chain, spinning on in pubic veins, choking on
      a sacred mark, acting like a nehru dart. what in hell's name made you feel
      as if your public wig were real; what in hell's name made you think as if
      this world were on the sink? 

      DANCE, MY BABY  (after Oasis)
      today is gonna be the day that you're gonna make it thru - time prays, but
      time is gone away - now's the time to make it thru: if we believe, we
      concede an ocean from this song - let's believe, let's conceive and seize
      a potion from the sun. dance, my baby, dance, my baby, dance all summer
      long. dance, my baby, dance, my baby, dance all summer long. crimes raise
      a motile grave: if we choose to follow, we shall move. rhyme raves - all
      must rage - if we follow, we shall groove. if we believe, we concede an
      ocean from this song - let's believe, let's conceive and lance away the
      leaves of wrong. dance, my baby, dance, my baby, dance all summer long.
      dance, my baby, dance, my baby, dance all summer long. today is gonna be
      the day that we shall break right thru. time prays, but time has gone away
      - now's the time to greet the groove. if we believe, then we concede an
      ocean from the moon - let's believe, let's conceive and seize the winter's
      spume. dance, my baby, dance, my baby, dance all summer long. dance, my
      baby, dance, my Lady - dance against all wrong. 

      LIKE JEAN HARLOW'S FAME 
      warder of a silent world, furled in occidental curls - carrying a bag of
      fists
      as if searching for a kiss - wicked woman, sired by flame - cornucope of
      endless      shame -
      warder of a silent world, furled in occidental curls. 
      like jean harlow's fame, hers is all a drunken game: sassy as the cars
      above,
      angels meet her in her love. warrior in clothes of blue - femme fatale in
      all she do -
      widow to the western world - silent woman with blind pearls - hers is all
      a pregnant need, reigning over cowboy seed - cornucope of silent veins -
      warder of a violent name.
      like jean harlow's fame, hers is all a drunken game: sassy as the cars
      above,
      angels meet her in her love. wicked woman, girl of shame - silent witness
      in the rain - bleach-blonde babette on the run - peroxide pornstar with a
      gun - tho' she be a silent child, speech shall cool her in the wild, and,
      as silent nations bless, violent minions shan't protest.
      like jean harlow's game, hers is all a drunken game: sassy as the cars
      above,
      angels meet her in her love. a fly of passion on the wall, pulling down
      the fights that thral, serving funsters in the main - silent witness to
      the brain. wicked woman,
      girl of tides - when she dies, she shall not rise, neither might the
      chains of dreams warp aside her happy screams.
      like jean harlow's fame, hers is all a drunken game: sassy as the cars
      above,
      angels meet her in her love. swagg'ring high, stagg'ring low, giving head
      to toxic crows, crucified by herod skeins, shendless as a shower of pain -
      whether making eyes at christ, or indicting men in heist - wicked woman -
      hers is all cheek to cheek with jonah's caul.
      like jean harlow's game, hers is all a drunken game: sassy as the cars
      above,
      angels meet her in her drug. 

 

GARY SKIES....               74 speed-written lines  *(nb. this song took 19 minutes to write).

Gary Skies, i've been painting me the gary seas
gorilla taping all the rings that slide
inside the shaking of a poppy tree
o Gary Skies, i need know why blue Gary Skies
cut opal seed
lo gary gary gary...
bad boys, pistols and plums, - makes my heart
seem the heart of the sun
bad days, pistols and ploves,
makes my heart seem the heart of a rose
o?
Gary Skies, i've been painting me the gary leaves
vanilla caping all of the kings which heed
gold hanging babylon babies....
oo a bed of bone digs cellves as dogdayed teas
reel inside the East
la la la la...
they put pills inside our motorcars
-as cat-cured sunned war drove crowed stars
then we danced inside a rocked sleeve
& we rained adown inside a seagulled town
.. O-YA
the sons of lovers leapt high - ah, clowns
caressed berry bombs
& the Ides of Death tricked a salt sound
to sea-hang funeral facing chicken dons
/ ?/
gary skies, oo, gary slides - we've been
weeping, weeping
the sleeping mind of God hears gold weed
& a daggered steed
raises Gary from Laden Ladies
...
bad boys raid the radios
teased toys raise light's rodeos
&, oo,. vagina hill is close behind such
mod mumbos must be fucked
-
mind winter goes to Hell
Gary Skies rings a prison-bell
& bad Mummy studies fist-ducked
keen cavvies of men & woollen
scope-sheeted rosed women....
oo Gary Skies, i've been painting me the gary seas
gorilla-taping all the keys which drive
inside the poppy trees
oo gary skies, i'll never know why gary dies
oo gary, gary, gary-.,.
gay gobbed horses net a naked room, as wives
widen into Buddha...
la la la lahhh uhhh././
bad boys, pistols & ploves
makes my heart seem the heart of a rose
bad girls, pistils & plagues
makes my heart seem as old as the grave
& old handed weepers raise
gary skies from out his gary sleeves
& we jump for a stereo's noisy need
,.
Gary was god's Minotaur
Gary was love's centaur spy
Geary Gary was god's kitchen door
Glad Gary heard the Mission asking why
men and Ghosts get high...
-i-i-i-i-
self is a Lie??
..
gary gary gary skies
never needs to answer why
gary gary gary skies
Nobodaddy licks the tides
& we run to sleep where a green bride
locks kiosks into fingers.....
..
Fishy men of Alcatraz
study dry eyes..
Lo
GARY SKIES....
Amen?? See Less?....

 

YOU HELD MY HEART

You held my heart each bluesday and
Sent my beating strictures on
Midst leavened flames and golden hands
Yours was No Man’s song. What

Did you think you were doing when
I caught you laughing at our love?
It’s things like this that kill the kiss
Of ages, rape the doves, and,
In idle straits of mastered sin,
Disclose to us our deadly aims
I do not serve you; see! I am
A maniac between the brains..

So may the winnowed sexists meet you
In your halfway house; may lands
Of lesser metals greet you
As you, devising, stand
This way, that way, in the sun,
Despising each corrective face

Now may your heaving loving stun
Another hated place?...

 

      ABORTION STORIES (AFTER JIM MORRISON'S UNFINISHED SONG-POEM) 

                                                    84 speed-written lines   nb. this song took 19 minutes to write.

 

      Blood in the streets. 
      this town is brazen.
      blood in the streets.
      blood's following me.
      blood in the trees.
      this palace is laden,
      with blood and bleeding
      and blood conceived.
      blood on the roofs.
      my mind is fading.
      blood at the roots.
      this blood is cold.
      blood on my boots.
      these veins are ravens,
      filled with the bloods
      of madness old.
      abortion stories, deaths are cleaving
      dying babies from the seas.
      abortion stories, deaths are stealing
      stillborn mothers from the quays.
      blood within blood.
      blood and bleeding.
      blood is the summer
      in the grinding vein.
      blood within blood.
      blood and bleeding.
      blood is the summer
      in the soldered brain.
      soldier, do not look up high;
      the mind of god destroys the sky.
      soldier, do not look away;
      the mind of god bleeds in the clay.
      soldier, fear the bleeding ground;
      the mind of god is all around.
      soldier, fear the lord today;
      the mind of god is in decay.
      blood in the streets.
      this town is brazen.
      blood in the hills.
      blood's following me.
      blood in the breeze.
      this ocean's laden,
      with blood and bleeding
      and blood deceived.
      blood in the shape of a scarlet number,
      blood in the baths of the ships at sea.
      blood is blood and blood lies bleeding.
      blood is blood and blood turns keys.
      abortion stories. blood lies bleeding.
      abortion stories. blood is all.
      abortion stories. blood's receiving.
      abortion stories. blood must thral.
      soldier, fear the bleeding brethren.
      soldier, seize the bleeding ground.
      soldier, seize the bleeding billions.
      soldier, seize the skein of sound. 
      blood in the streets. blood's up to my elbow.
      blood in the hills. blood's following me. 
      blood at the roots. blood's mind disabled.
      blood on my boots. blood's all to see. 
      abortion stories. blood lies latent. 
      abortion stories. blood lies sheaved.
      abortion stories. blood lies patent.
      abortion stories. blood's a thief.
      abortions in the streets of ireland, abortions in the streets of france,
      abortions in the streets of england - abortion stories - blood must dance.
      abortions in the streets of israel, abortions in the streets of spain.
      abortion stories - blood lies raving - abortion stories, blood must stain.

      blood within blood is the terrible kingdom.
      blood within blood is the guillotine,
      blood within blood is the terrible wisdom,
      blood within blood is the sabine scream.
      blood within blood is the terrible river,
      blood within blood is the treacherous war,
      blood within blood is the terrible rumour.
      blood within blood. blood goes to the core.

      BOYTOWN STORY
      if u should sleep about a thousand years; if u should pay a billion pounds
      in bent arrears; if u should carry your jewellry in a bad swag bag, u'll
      be doing the hedonist rag. if u should fly on a plane to distant climes;
      if u should drink from a bottle of vintage wine; if u should dabble in
      diamonds while waving a flag, u'll be doing the hedonist rag. hedonist,
      hedonist, hedonist rag - the less u do, the more u'll have - hedonist,
      hedonist, hedonist rag - the less u prove, the more u'll stab. if u should
      masticate a dinner in scarlet spain; if u should build a cellar in the
      darkest vein; if u triumph over others thru smoking a fag, u'll be doing
      the hedonist rag. if u should heal the rich while decrying the poor; if u
      should deal in wealer-deals without a cause; if u should try your best to
      stamp out the mad, u'll be doing the hedonist rag. hedonist, hedonist,
      hedonist rag - the less u do, the more u'll have. hedonist, hedonist,
      hedonist, hedonist, hedonist - hedonist rag.

      Lady at the crossroads weeping, by your troth, you are in keeping with the
      stars and all their souls - lady at the crossroads, roll. lady at the
      crossing mount, by your troth, you are in count with the dreams that
      sailors have, as they sail on seas of mad. lady, lady, take to me and save
      me; lady, lady, u and i were one; lady, lady, take to me and save me;
      lady, lady, u and i were one. lady at the crossroads weeping, farriers
      shall stave your sleeping, and the heavens up above shall acclaim u in
      your love. lady at the crossing fount, time and tide shall swathe the
      mount, and the tears shall fade away, as the tyranny decays. lady, lady,
      take to me and save me; lady, lady, u and i were one; lady, lady, take to
      me and save me; lady, lady, u and i 

      lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lahhh.
      in streets of penates malice, i laid down on the way; for privateers in
      palace, pirates sired my grave. weeping in a truckstop, with my guarding
      angel gone, like the ever-turning clock, i never bore a son.
      lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lahhh.
      on a rillside stands a funster, with ways not human-made - in his heart,
      he is a teamster who sings a serenade. for a walk upon an ocean, this
      funster will give all, but as time implodes in motion, this funster's on
      the fall.
      lal-lee-lal-lah-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lahhh.
      my boytown story's over and my mother has gone home. such is the law of
      lovers, that this story moves no stone. for a pocketful of misery, i
      travelled on the sea - as much as rhyme is ended now, this boytown murders
      me.
      lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah, lal-lee-lal-lal-lah,
      lie-lie-lee-lie.

      SOVEREIGNTY (after Manic Street Preachers)
      While we were waiting, the world was dissipating, while we were
      dissipating, god's eyes were dictating; while we were waiting, lust's hearse was
      ruled by hating. while we were waiting, when god's brides were dilating. in
      the beginning, when we were giving, in the beginning, when christ was
      grinning. in the beginning, in the beginning, nothing could forfend our
      sovereignty?!

       while we were standing, the world was hanging, while we were
      hanging, the birds were stabbing; while we were scabbing, lust's horse was
      bragging, while we were bragging, blue birth was hacking. in the beginning,
      when we were giving, in the beginning, when christ was grinning?!

                         in the
      beginning, in the beginning, nothing could forfend our sovereignty. while
      we were aping, the word was shaking, while we were shrieking, the earth was
      weeping; while we were living, blue birth was spinning. in the beginning,
      when we were giving, in the beginning, when christ was grinning. in the
      beginning, in the beginning, nothing could forfend our sovereignty. in the
      beginning, when christ was singing. in the beginning, in the beginning.

....................  ohhh      is this the cusp of a dead hand?


      STRANGE FLAME?
      eating fire is a spiritless gain; the aim of the gain is to live again;
      and there's nothing here except strange flame, and there's nothing here
      except strange flame. at the middle of fire is the middle of cold, at the
      middle of cold is the middle of old - at the centre of the shame is the
      scented rain; at the centre of rain, at the centre of rain. eating fire in
      the spiritless void is the reason behind the lives we avoid, and there's
      nothing here except strange minds, and there's nothing here except blind
      spine. at the middle of fire is the middle of cold, at the middle of cold
      is the middle of old - at the centre of the shame is the scented rain; at
      the centre of rain, at the centre of rain. eating fire is the game we play
      with the coil in the seed of the shended grey, and the shended grey is the
      change of day; is the change of day, is the change of day. at the middle
      of fire is the middle of cold, at the middle of cold is the middle of old
      - at the centre of the shame is the scented rain, and the scented rain is
      endless pain. ...                         are we on the night-ship?
       
      

EMPYREAN GLEAM
      he was a student of life, but he fell in love with an angel of christ; an
      angel from above. sat in the rooms beneath the bicycle sheds, he was
      taught into red bloom by the demon in his head.
     she was old, she was
      young, she was a teacher on the run; she was all he'd ever dreamed; an
      empyrean scheme. she was young, she was old, she didn't have to be told;
      she was all he'd ever dreamed, an empyrean scheme.
        now the gods play   
      cricket with an old baseball, & the students at the wicket are slammed
      against the wall. he was a student of life, but he lost his pride to an
      angel of christ; a demon in disguise.
     she was old, she was young, she was
      a teacher on the run; she was all he'd ever dreamed; an empyrean scheme.
      she was young, she was old, she didn't have to be told; she was all he'd
      ever dreamed; an empyrean scheme.
     behind the walking pavilions, the Lords
      bat once again; in the centre of ireland, the lovelorn bombers reign. she
      was old, she was young, she was a teacher on the run; she was an empyrean
      scheme; a heart-raping academe. she was all he'd ever dreamed; a
      twenty-carat scream; and all she did was pass him by with an empyrean
       gleam...


      

      DO WHAT'S DONE TO MAN
      do what's done to u; do what's done to man. the world inside its widow
      mind is proof of heaven's sham. as much as love is endless, this earth
      must strike the Sun. do what's done to u; do what's bound to come. do
      what's done to u; do what's done to man. shend the chains of living, shend
      away the Lamb. chimeras up in windows are worth far less than love. do
      what's done to u; do what's bound above. do what's done to u; do what's
      done to man. truth is death is trendless, truth is, death is strand. the
      sloane-boys under water are wrought in summer vice. do what's done to u;
      do what's done to christ. do what's done to u; do what's done to man.
      underwave, overwave; doesn't matter, all is damned. chimeras up in windows
      are worth far less than proof. do what's done to u; do what's done to
      truth. do what's done to u; do what's done to man. greet the void, reap
      shameless - never try to understand. chimeras up in windows hold sickles
      to god's throat. do what's done to u; do what sinks the boat. do what's
      done to u; do what's done to man. do what's done to u - never try to
      understand.

      WINDING FRONT-DOOR
      i'm standing outside your front-door - i've seen that front-door once
      before, when i was five or maybe ten; when i was looking for a friend.
      please don't burn me with your flame; this old front-door is old as pain &
      invites me to give again, to meet my mother in the rain. winding
      front-door carry me, carry me where i should be, carry me to time's
      concourse, to times when love was sure as gorse. standing madly in the
      lane, i see such children in my brain; i see them dance & fade away; i see
      such kingdoms in delay. please don't burn me with your flame; this old
      front-door is warm as pain, & invites me to give again; to find new
      shelter in death's vein. winding front-door, carry me, carry me where i
      should be, carry me to time's concourse, to times when love was sure as
      gorse. i'm standing outside your front-door; the cold comes through me
      like before, & i am waiting for your love, for those who live in domes
      above. please don't burn me with your flame; this old front-door is warm
      as pain, & invites me to give again, to find dead brothers in light's
      skein. winding front-door, carry me, carry me where i should be, carry me
      to time's concourse, to times when love was endless force.

      VOCAL BLOOD
      standing on a hill with his head in a cloud, the man in the shroud moves
      outside the crowd, and nobody asks him if he's modest or proud. the man in
      the shroud, the man in the shroud. roundabout the world, this turin child
      makes sound, and he makes sounds on empty and he makes sound resound, and
      nobody cares to question as his vocal blood sings loud. the man in the
      shroud, the man in the shroud. and he never cares to question as his
      shrouded ways decry, and he doesn't care to question how his soul lives in
      the sky, and nobody thinks to wonder why his metalled mortal wrath lies
      riven in the centre of a mettled turin cloth. the man in the shroud. the
      man in the shroud, the man in the shroud. the man in the shroud. 

      leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl full of macaroni. leoni, leoni; i've
      just met a girl full of macaroni. on pasta heels, leoni's world regales
      the trees in search for pearls; regales the sun in search for ships;
      regales the come in search for crypts. leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl
      full of macaroni. leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl full of pasta pony.
      leoni baby, leoni blue, roman empires fellow you. leoni baby, leoni child,
      roman empires seal your smile, & where the papist thrones refrain into
      roman, caesared veins, down comes time and down goes you, ms. leoni
      macaroni blue. leoni, leoni,. i've just met a girl full of macaroni.
      leoni, leoni. i've just met a girl full of pasta pony. leoni, leoni, leoni
      macaroni. goog-goog-a-choo. leoni full of pony.

      if i could stop the time, then there would be a way to join the faceless

      child in fields of yesterday, and there would be such dreams for children
      to unfold; dreams of endless burning in meadows manifold. if i could stop
      time, then endless youth i'd see, and every endless season would be a
      gallow tree, and every gallow tree would be a place for breath; a place
      where endless burning would marry my behest. if i could stop time, if only
      time were mine to cease, then everywhere i'd find an eastern lake of
      peace, and peace would drown me kindly and peace would drown me well. if i
      could only stop the time, then youth should thrill and swell. time, i've
      seen u murder the best of mine and me - now is the time to marry to the
      times that cannot see - & i shall see time cease, for time is seldom mine,
      and in that time must cease, my mind shall tow the line, and in that time
      must cease, all love shall cease to shine. if i could stop the time, if i
      could only live, then desecrated madrigals should celebrate to give, and
      time should cease forever, and time should learn to blow a kiss, and time
      should earn its pleasure, and know how much a child is missed.        

      

     A SIGMA SEANCE       (nb. this song-sequence took 28 minutes to create).

                 

       1.


      Spatial summer - led ded asteroids collide & bruise: a comae on a fender,
      like ashen love, our vehicle lords disprove. Set red beneath the hashpipe
      - a sigma seance - the ghasted gods conceive:  spatial summer - like
      wicked truth, the ark of death deceives.  Demnotic mumma, semen drummer,
      when once the ghost began, what news?
      In which angled park of angels; beneath which road did time confuse?
      Under dicta, under spanish fervour,
                                          which the sword of light
                                                                            
      that carries us back home.
      Spatial summer, sunder, thunder; dogdayed rite, which way love's dome? 
      Spatial, the sickle, first purdah ghost of israel; spatial, the number,
      the cretaceous hero's war; spatial, stained suckotash, skein of
      ultraviolet; spatial, adolf stickla, the scream behind the maw. 
      Spatial, demeter, ruined ruby of red sacrifice; spatial, the void, the
      glove-gleamed scent of hero's death; spatial, the winter, the staining
      artifice of emptiness; spatial, spatial sumner, doom deriver in the fuse
      of breath.
      Whispered acritudes in ferment, such are the fusions love can't keep: sat
      in churches full of eagles, led ded as summer, death dements our sleep.
      Sapt at veinmost, thundered under metal, scarlet under sadness, our
      laughing heroes wail. Like a womb-tomb ghostling, burned where birth is
      madness, a knifeling in a rumour, this spatial summer rails.
      Spatial summer, drummer, sunder, thunder - slammed in hatred's hand, the
      Freudian chieftan rules: sirened under mania, in a bonded state of
      failure, under dreams of empty hallways, hallucination spools. Spatial is
      our fusion, spatial, our confusion: spatial, sickness summons; in petrol
      pools, we hear light's flames:
      spatial is our rumour, the coming of all humour: 
      spatial, our cloven vestuaries, our schemings under rain.
      Licking the phallic towers, coming down from dementia,
      our spatial drum, denied in beats of maternitizing scream, like the
      druggard gut round the heart of the sun, dignifies the ghoul in the pastel
      wards obscene;
      slitting wrists of powder, letting no ghost go.
      Spatial summer, drummer, sunder, thunder: slammed in hatred's hand, our
      summer truths forego.
      Spatial, the sickle, first locker ghost in scarlet;
      spatial, the number, the cretaceous hero's war; spatial, drained
      suckotash, skein of ultraviolet; spatial, adolf stickla, the dream behind
      the maw. 
      Spatial, demeter, ruined ruby of red sacrifice; spatial, the void, the
      love-lamed scent of hero's death; spatial, the summer, the staining
      edifice of emptiness;
      spatial summer, doom deriver - led ded fission under breath.
      Spatial summer, zero thunder, spatial, spatial summer:
      spatial summer, delusion; fusion sunderer,
      spatial, spatial summer.

       2.      

Meadow baby logic, madam hypnogogic: baby, lady, Sexy Sadie's rocket; for
these bad fruits, I rail & sail into a century of masochistic sockets; &
then the shogun berry rolls, rocks & rolls adown my pickled chin, & meadow
baby is Sexy Sadie & Sexy Sadie sires me a meadow wind, & meadow is mellow
& meadow is yellow & meadow baby logic is a chinless halo, & meadow baby
is Sexy Sadie & Sexy Sadie is meadow baby king.


Meadow baby logic, madam hypnogogic: baby, lady, Sexy Sadie's rocket;
gorillas going sonic are the sermons in a bonnet, & meadow baby,
crabber-locker lady, is pornographic sonnet to the sea, & pornographic
sonnet is a rocket going sonic & rocket going sonic is a mad oak tree, &
Sexy Sadie is crabber-locker lady & crabber-locker lady is meadow baby
spring & crabber-locker springtime spreads its wings.

Meadow baby logic, pornographic sonnet: baby, lady, crabber-lock laconic;
if I take me to a dance, shall the crabber-lockers rave; if I take me all
a prance, shall a crabber lock my grave? & if Sexy Sadie ain't meadow
baby, might the crabber-locker lady cry? & if meadow baby ain't Sexy
Sadie, might the crabber-lockers reach the sky? & if meadow baby ain't a
crabber-locker lady, where the hell might Sadie fly?

Meadow baby logic, crabber-lock bubonic: sonic, sonnet, proof-reading in a
bonnet: Sexy Sadie, crabber-locker baby, sonic, sonnet, crabber-locker
tonic: if the meadow flies, shall the meadow maidens rise, or shall meadow
mellow eyes come tumbling from the skies? For a meadow is mellow & mellow
is halo & halo is as mellow as a yellow blade of grass, & meadow is halo &
meadow baby yellow is Sex Shakespearo & Shakespearo under glass is meadow
baby logic, is the hypnogogic vast.

      

        3.

       I've been driving all day long, I've been driving past all wrong: tell my
      wife I won't be long. Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel. I've been
      driving home to you, I've been driving wheels of blue: save my life, for
      now I'm through. Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel. At the wheel,
      time's timeless cell sees into you as roadways pass, sees into you, as
      dead motels empty their pities into the past. Asleep at the wheel, I
      hardly dare suffer enough for God this day: as I go through gears &
      tunnels, I return to no true fray. Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the
      wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel. I prefer telephone to
      home, pendant home, telephone: tell my wife I'm all alone. Asleep at the
      wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel,
      Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel, Asleep at the wheel.

                    GOODBYE SON......

       4.

      Spatial summer, spherical azure void:
      in the screams of endless thunder,
                                           time's red asteroid,
      like a scarlet sickle rumour, lams aside the sun:
      like a womb of endless number, the tomb within us drums.
      Moon, dawn opus,
                    forest forge of metal heroes:
      deep in dogday crucifix, the ark of summer burns; 
      like a tauran epitaph, with destruction slit in mind,
      under domes of lightning, the dreams of summer grind.
      Coda lantern, language in denial -
                                    light, what for the hearse of God?
      In which room of leather, under which dark wing of tides,
      beneath which summer river, does the dark avenger ride?
      Spatial summer, stabbing force of
                                       fuse inside the head:
      wind swiper, sweeping softly, how now shall recusancy tread:
      what for the metal peeples, the hedoned herods under glass:
      what for steepled injun stones,
                                 what for bones beneath the vast?
      I am the one who opened the sun, I am the one
                                  who opened the moon,
      I am the one who opened the tongue,
      I am the one who opened the womb,
      I am the one with eyes on empty,
      I am the one with zen-tithed skin,
      I am the one with eyes on enemy,
      I am the one with lizard sin,
      I am the one with snake-skin sentries,
      I am the one with snake devise,
      I am the one with
                               the no. on my casket,
      I am the one with
                                rattlesnake eyes. 
      Spatial summer, endless sunderer,
      thunder rumba queen, come lend me penury,
      shend away the spheres behind all wonder,
      thunder rumba queen, come lend me century;
      rend away the asp, the Abaddon sheet,
      rend, shend, bend; burn the summer from
                                                        my meat.
      I am destruction, a circuit circus
                                                turning endless:
      I am seduction, the bud of Oedipal demise: 
      777 is the no. on the transept, 777 is the no. on the sun,
      777 is the no. on the signet, 777 is the no. on the gun,
      777 is the no. on the magnet, 777, magenta blood is all,
      777, the snake of ashen conflict: 777, the serpent thunder
                                                                   on the crawl.

      No more for news, no more for blues,
      no more for vendors on the rise,
      no more for news, no more for clues,
      no more the summer in disguise:
      no more the idol empty,
      no more the graveward mind,
      no more the angel emery,
      no more the razors
                           in God's spine.
      I am the sun, the Cimmerian guardian: 
      through doors of gold, my haloes razed away:
      I am the one, the Cimmerian guardian:
      through doors of gold, my heroes broke away.
      End, crucifixion, the lizard in
                                        the nave of death,
      end, crucifixion, the lizard in
                                         the nave of breath,
      end, crucifiction, the lizard in
                                         the nave of tears,
      end, crucifixion, the lizard of
                                          the graveward spheres.
       Spatial summer, here today,
                                  gone like sorrow's number:
      like a cobra in a cave, the tiger's guile
                                  destroys love's thunder;
      like a river full of fusion, the spatial summer's
                                            a fist in bud
      spatial, spatial, spatial summer,
      gone away like hero's love. 
      spatial, spatial, spatial summer,
      gone away like hero's love.
        ..                                              Are we on the knife-trip?

GARY SKIES 2 by jim bellamy: new form.


Gary Skies, i've been painting me the gary seas gorilla taping all the rings that slide inside a poppy tree
o Gary Skies, i need know why blue Gary Skies cut opal seed
lo gary gary gary./..

bad boys, pistols and plums, - makes my heart seem
chilled as mute apples up above
o

Gary Skies, i've been painted me the gary leas vanilla caping alll of the kings which heed gold hanging babylon babies....

oo a bed of bone digs cellves as dogdayed teas
reel inside the East
la la la la...

they put pills in our motorcars -as cat-cured sunned war drove crowed stars then we danced inside rocked sleeved
sleasy ratty reeds
& we rained adown inside a seagulled town .. O-YA
the sons of lovers leapt high - ah, clowns caressed berry bombs & the Ides of Death tricked a salt sound
to sea-hang funeral facing chicken dons ?/

gary skies, oo, gary slides - we've been weeping, weeping the sleeping mind of God hears gold weed
& a daggered steed raises Gary from Laden Ladies
...bad boys raid the radios teased toys raise light's rodeos &, oo,. vagina hill is close behind such mod mumbos must be fucked
-
mind winter goes to Hell
Gary Skies rings a prison-bell
& bad Mummy studies fist-ducked
keen cavvies of men & woollen
scope-sheeted rosed women....

oo Gary Skies, i've been painting me the gary seas gorilla-taping all the keys which drive
inside the poppy trees
oo gary skies, i'll never know why gary dies
oo gary, gary, gary-.,.

gay gobbed horses net a naked room, as wives
widen into Buddha...

la la la lahhh uhhh././

bad boys, pistols & ploves makes my heart seem the heart of a rose bad girls, pistils & plagues makes my heart seem as old as the grave
& old handed weepers raise gary skies from out his gary sleeves
& we jump for a stereo's noisy need
,.
Gary was god's Minotaur
Gary was love's centaur spy
Geary Gary was god's kitchen door
Glad Gary heard the Mission asking why
men and Ghosts get high...

-i-i-i-i-
self is a Lie??

..
gary gary gary skies never needsto answer why gary gary gary skies Nobodaddy licks the tides
& we run to sleep where a green Ide
locks kiosks into fingers.....
..
Fishy men of Alcatraz
study dry eyes..

Lo

GARY SKIES....


      
    

 THE BALLAD OF DAVY JONES
      standing in the fathomless ocean, trying to find the davy dark,
  u know the
      depths of the endless oceans were darker than the ark,
 and though the fish
      were singing, nobody came around
   to console the coastal choirboys, nor any
      muse was drowned
  the diver said a sermon and the seamless waves sucked
      up, and then was seen the sight of mister davy luck
    with umbrella underhand and a timepiece undershroud,
    down, down, down came davy jones
      the proud.
    with umbrella underhand and a timepiece undershroud, down,
      down, down came davy jones the proud.
    the diver said a sermon and the seamless waves turned round, but nobody would scorn to see just how
      drowning sounds, and down, down, down came davy jones the proud, and down,
      down, down came davy jones the proud...
     davy jones, davy jones, no man here
      could break the stones, neither could the sun in space save us from the
      human race. davy jones, davy jones, no man here could break the stones,
      neither could the golden one save us from the river's run
    O time's come to eat the burning sun?!
      don't u look at me with those terrible blue eyes
  terrible blue eyes are
      the heart of big danger
  don't u look at me with those terrible blue eyes
      terrible blue eyes are the heart of mad manger
   don't u look at me, don't
      u look at me, don't u look at me with those terrible blue eyes
    don't u
      look at me, don't u look at me, don't u look at me with those terrible
      blue eyes
   don't u look at me with that terrible blue gaze terrible blue gaze
       is the heart of big stranger
    don't u look at me with that terrible blue gaze terrible blue gaze is the heart of lone ranger
     terrible blue
      eyes make the terror in a day. terrible blue eyes make mystery rave away
        terrible blue eyes make the hills fall down terrible blue eyes forsake
      this world for sound
    don't u look at me, don't u look at me, don't u look
      at me with those terrible blue eyes. don't u look at me, don't u look at
      me, don't u look at me with those terrible blue eyes
    yoh, blithe moonman, hiss?!...
 
   

      INDIAN STORM
      indian priesthood; feather-shaping demon; summer under ghast-shine; instant
      state of dreaming. storm, form, scorn, dawn, dawn, form, scorn, form. here
      today, gone tomorrow, gone eastways, with mojo's sorrow. feather to flower
      to flower to feather. indian priesthood; measure-snaking weather. play the
      ghost-song, Lady; play the ghost-song, Baby - give to hero, summon up
      blood thunder; give to hero, summon up dead slumber. the world at one is
      zero seed, the world at one is nero deed. instant priesthood, indian dawn,
      indian priesthood, indian storm. gravewardly serried, heaven is death's
      leader. gravewardly serried, heaven is death's breeder. play the ghost
      song, Baby, play the host song, Lady. feather to flower to flower to
      feather. indian priesthood, see light sever. indian storm, indian storm -
      all the world's an indian storm - no time for the summer, no time for
      florrid rooms - all the world is a measureless womb. indian priesthood,
      white disease, indian priesthood, woman under seas. play the ghost-song,
      Brother, seize the Sun & wail. Play the ghost-song, Mother, seize the Sun
      & flail. form, storm, dawn, scorn, scorn, dawn, form, scorn. feather to
      flower to feather under leather. seize the Stars, Lady, seize them in
      their pleasure. play the ghost-song, play your neon note; play the
      ghost-song; rage against the oat. the world beneath world beneath world is
      dream. the dream beneath dream beneath dream is scheme. indian priesthood,
      injured storm, indian priesthood, pluperfect dawn. loss proves real as carmino
      slams. loss proves real as carmino lams. indian priesthood; feather-raping
      demon; summer under ghast-shine; sin-spun state of screaming. feather to
      flower to flower to feather. feather to flower to endless pleasure. rend,
      shend, shape; come reap the baby weather. feather to flower to flower to
      feather. rend, shend, shape; come reap this senseless measure.

     

     C/O BLIND DREAMS (after T Rex) nb. this song took 15 minutes to create.

 

      Yellow mellow custard colonel, mellow yellow bustard dog, purple strangers
      spy on mangers, mellow masons yield red hods: in the singlet, under
      hammer, beneath the gauntlet of a gun, mellow yellow is the fellow to the
      spermazotic sun. Here is the Buddha Cat: a Buddha Cat has fifty lives:
      here is the Buddha Cat: a Buddha Cat lives in a hive. Mellow is the yellow
      halo, yellow is the bell of praise: under thunder, snapt from tundra,
      mellow metal flumes the blaze: purple rangers spy on strangers, mellow
      myrtle is the sky: under thunder, snapt from tundra, darkness spumes &
      fusion dies. Here is the Buddha Cat: a Buddha Cat has fifty lives: here is
      the Buddha Cat: a Buddha Cat lives in a hive. Yellow come the eyes of
      empty, empty strikes the dollar que: deep in signal skeins of plenty,
      mellow metal summons dew: in the anvilnooks of madness, down from
      graveward skies, all love, like some manna man of sadness, scatters seed
      on heaven's rug. Here is the Buddha Cat: a Buddha Cat has fifty lives:
      here is the Buddha Cat: a Buddha Cat lives in a hive: here is the Buddha
      Cat; a Buddha Cat is Jesus Christ: here is the Buddha Cat; a Buddha Cat is
      Jesus Christ.

      Word of dementia; heard it on the underground: web word summer, sickness
      from an undersound: set in gusset bleeding, like a madam madman on the
      run; word of dementia, word I hear deny the Son. Word of destruction;
      injected it from heroine: web word winter, sensed the sickness coming in:
      set in gusset bleeding, like a madam madman burning; word of destruction,
      word of madness spurning. Web word, dirt word - Dr. Dedly, hear my song:
      dirt word, web word - Dr. Dedly, do some wrong: searching under oil
      slicks, with master mucus moons away: web word, dirt word - Dr. Dedly,
      hear me pray. Syringe skin meserschmit, zero halo under skin; as we find
      our Onan Christs, failing on, we demean: raping merkin maidens, with U.S.
      Kings aside to all, web word, dirt word: Dr. Dedly, hear me fall. Suffer?
      Ever so, dead friend: suffer? why not greet the end; why not make it with
      your ID; slit the sun & maim the squid? Why not maim Leviathan, why not
      make the sea things come? Suffer? Ever so, dead friend: suffer? why not
      greet the end. Web word, dirt word, Dr. Dedly, hear my song: web word,
      dirt word, Dr. Dedly, do some wrong: searching under oil slicks, with
      master mucus moons away; web word, dirt word, Dr. Dedly, greet decay. 

      She's a filthy sweet priest, woman going East: she's a filthy sweet
      priest, woman going East: she's in touch with the nature of the Beast:
      she's a filthy sweet priest, woman going East. She swings the stars, she
      knows God's name: she's got the universe reclining in her veins; & she is
      sure & she is hard: she's got the universe dictating like a bard. She's a
      filthy sweet priest, woman going East: she's a filthy sweet priest, woman
      going East: she's in touch with the nature of the Beast: she's a filthy
      sweet priest, woman going East. She wears a bow, she wears a chain: she's
      got the universe reclining in her veins; & she is pure & she is all: she's
      got the universe dictating like a pall. She's a filthy sweet priest, woman
      going East: she's a filthy sweet priest, woman going East: she's in touch
      with the nature of the Beast: she's a filthy sweet priest, woman going
      East.She owns the sun, she owns the moon: she's got the universe reclining
      in her womb; & she is sure & she is plain: she's got the universe
      dictating like a brain. She's a filthy sweet priest, woman going East:
      she's a filthy sweet priest, woman guru feast: she's in touch with the
      nature of the Beast: she's a filthy sweet priest, woman going East; she's
      a wander lust leech: swiped woman, join the fucking feast....

                                                  o-lah!

 

      IN THE BEGINNING (after Dylan Thomas)
      in the beginning of poetry's mallow, from first to last, the climbing face

      fawked across the skies laid fallow; one shower of motion sired the waste;

      and, like cyphers in conjunction, earth and fire mixed as they raced.
      in the beginning of poetry's barrow, syllabic and starry as a tarry smile,

      from the births and heirs of mallow, round the heavens span the child;
      rhyme and tide sent forth their rangers and the tunes of madness rained.
      in the beginning was music's centaur;
                                                                    before and
      after was the coptic vein.
      in the beginning of poetry's swallow that set alight the sparring spark,
      time and tide sent forth their fellow and the moons of magmas ark,
      shining where all seas lay narrow, wired the jaws of jesu's art.
      in the beginning was the whorl of words which, from sky-slit aces, spiked;

      and the sovereigns and the birds of squiring music, skewered and ripe,
      flew and banged against rhyme's panic, and then came the moaning pipe.
       
      in the beginning of poetry and after; in the misgivings of the secret
      brain,
      rhyme and tide sent forth their rangers and the tunes of madness reigned.
      in the beginning was music's centaur; 
                                                                     before and
      after was the optic train...

           

      THE MERCURY MUSEUM
      we're in the mercury museum, we're in the mercury museum; there are
      shelves of boiling blood, ritual rotors, severed love. the eyes look down
      and we are lost, lost in mercury pentecost. we're in the mercury museum,
      in the endless space museum. in the mercury museum, one millions minds are
      faded now, in the mercury museum, the other side is sacred cow, in the
      mercury museum, the muse that writes is dylan christ. we're in the mercury
      musuem, we're in the museum of mercury. we're in the mercury museum, in
      the endless space museum, we're in the mercury museum, living fast inside
      dead neon. shelves of blood, ritual love, severed dreams, broken spleens,
      trendless living, endless theft - death, death, death, death! we're in the
      mercury museum, the endless space museum. we're in the mercury museum,
      we're in the mercury museum.

      ,......

              LAMERICA (KRYPTON SPACE-ENEMY?)
     

interhouse. here today, gone tomorrow, gone westways with no-one's sorrow.
we are the soul inspectors, we are the soul defectors. eyes on empty,
LAMERICA, eyes like twenty, LAMERICA. in the house, under house, over
house, interhouse. where guards refuse, the words push through, where
guards refuse, the words disprove. in the house, under house, over house,
interhouse. here today, gone tomorrow, gone westways with no-one's sorrow.
fusion, confusion, denusion. confusion, fusion, delusion. in the house,
over house, under house, interhouse. over house, under house, interhouse,
endless house. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LA Child, LA Wild,
LA Wild, LA child! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! denusion,

fusion, confusion. confusion, denusion, fusion. denusion, fusion,
confusion. LAMERICA! (Collusion). LA Sun, LA Womb, eyes on empty, eyes in
tomb. graveward manna, graveward mania. LA Womb, LA Labia. under house,
over house, over house, interhouse. seek the sick before they die; ever
seek till angels fly. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! krypton sex empery. LAMERICA!
LAMERICA! voided state of century. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! siege seed thunder
under love. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! gold bead empire under glove. interhouse,
under house, over house, splinterhouse. cimmerian sucker, phaphosian
number. interhouse, under house, LAMERICA Rumba. fire beneath fire, world

beneath whirlwind. chemic priest of blood, alchemical pearlwind. LAMERICA!
LAMERICA! wild child rumour. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! wild child humour. source
of chimera - the lamb of love lies whipped to death. source of ephemera -
the lamb of love lies whipped by breath. summer knows no centre, nor do
any chieftans gyre. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! romantic sickle wire. interhouse,
over house, under house, splinterhouse. splinterhouse, sphincterhouse,
endless inter-questing house. the monday men are coming in, along
comesIsis, cold as sin. beneath the rose, the world lies spielling.

beneath the robe, the snake lies reeling. world on fire, sun on fire, moon
on fire, endless fire. the word of god is martian surrender. world on
fire, this birth's no splendour. moot accord of eaten women - womb under
womb, the gate is open. the fence of death is wrought from laughter -
herod, give me light's hereafter. interhouse, under house, over house,
splinterhouse. tender come the schemers, rended is the night. bird of
tomorrow, take me on your flight. naughty demon lover, naughty demon lady
- heroic is death's century, as dead as heaven's baby. denusion, fusion,
delusion, denusion, fused confusion. LAMERICAN Dream, pyre under pyre,
LAMERICAN Scheme, fire under fire. eyes, first optic of the box that

sweats. eyes, first optic of the rock that wrecks. eyes, as endless as
the hunter's suffrage. eyes, as endless as the neon meadows. eyes, this
girl gathers shells for her furies. eyes, this girl farms the shores for
truth. eyes, no man is the endless sickle sentry. eyes - underhouse, the
fire's uncouth. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! fist the fusion,
make her scream. LAMERICA! the serpent dream. LA Child, LA Wild, LA Wild,
LA Child. the home is burning, let the winter come. the home is burning,
let the madness come. the home is burning, as wicked as the sea. the home
is burning - let sulphur be. the home is burning, as trendless as the
dawn. LA Wild, LA Child - no more peace, just form.

........

jdb 1999.

DAY IN THE KNIFE....................   127 speed-witten lines..nb. this song took 17 minutes to write.

 

Wow, what with youths, nudes & cradle-vice
We must live upstairs
Wow, what with veins, dudes & candle-Christs
We must live in hairs
& we make up sin from skinny heirs
& we see a summer of lice
Dreaming of a vaginal sea-height
^& the lords of green Hell
Hang loud tocsins from a funeral bell?
The god of chilled winter summons
Ivy-bines & radio sirens
& the cods of quickened diamond
Daub a dragger with alarms
& the screens of saviours harden
& the wolves of windows
Shadow feral taxicabs
.
Ambulant idols pray where sin
Casts a crab upon
A tree of murder; O, as the sun
Streams from deadened guns
Then mandarin currencies strum
Washy city guitars,
& we smoked all ruddy year
& we choked on a bald tear
La
We must live in hollows &
We must hear sex break?
..
I stood against god’s jeep
O, I lathered after gem-sleep
& the countries of my mind’s heap
Combed a busman’s leer
..
The wives of woollen dew had
Impassable rings
- The widows of old stings
Cut a hairnet from Hero’s dad
A time bomb had
A city’s flag; & old sleep
Sent us to dreams of
Islands & cabs
& the wives of the dew saw wheat
Crying, crying,
Oh!?
The first fruited face we had
Dappled under Dali
O the fierceness of space
Cut us
& we fell into the moon
& the sandmen of the mad
Rode us unto Sunday
& the doctors of our tune
Rode a dilly space
Tut-tut-tut-tut…
I espy a cold tent
O I sleep out in a star
I espy a soft mint – ah, as my car
Carries donuts West
Then diaries will teach the poor
& dairies in a hill
Must read our wills-& starred scent
Leads us to blue water…
The side of a mill has eyes
O the birds in a frill
keep sties
& when once mistress Aladdin
Drops a can in the rain
Then we supper after Paladin
& whispering skeins
Play pool with dollies
& a world at one out-grabs
Daughters of teenaged brollies
Factories harvest old women.
Nunneries arrest rolled children
& odes to god’s navel
Dig steps with bestial eye-cradles.
The wags of stairs are filled
&, la, the rags of prayers
Are wrapped in sylvan snares
& we swore for men
& we fed heels to hens; & moon heirs
Chauffeur Monks unto
A green space where May’s shoe
Hobbles against pierced blued
Bodied stasis
& a junky in a bed uses a metal bin
& the pigs of aces
Grunt for spunk!!!!
Get off your horse &
Drink your milks
Get off for the force
& drink hot silks?
-
Millers weep for fire when spun wind
Swirls, swirls
Get off your horse &
Drink your stilts
Get off- Lo- cum let reflection
Dazzle prunes with sand
Lo hear now a cocking horse
Swelled up by the juices of the city
Oo give a good hand
To the gal on the piano
Ohh.
Let wisdom suck yon island?!!!
.
A wizardry of widows weds the body
& the body bountiful listens to diddy
& a mean green mummy body
Drives a sitar
Under churches, where ova under tar
Sink fish beneath
Stinking crocus cigars
Aqueous beauty paces
O old viscous ladies peer from laces
& blind blondies
Brag for mirrors…
We awoke with a mean start
Then fell into the rain
& the rest sucks a jam tart.
Uh ho ah ho ha
Uh ho ah ha ha......
AMEN!
....

A SONG BY MYSELF:                       187 speed-written lines!     nb. this song took 25 minutes to write


THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK
(a popsong rewrite of T.S. Eliot's
world-famous poem)

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against a winter's sky,
Like a patient etherised upon a table,
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering hectoring retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap motels

Let us go then, you and I,
When evening is spread in a winter's eye.
Let us go through half-deserted streets,
The muttering hectoring retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap motels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells.
Let us go, let us go
ohhhh.


And indeed there will be times
For the yellow smoke that slides the streets
Rubs its backs upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time,
To bare a face to the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a plastic plate:
Time for you and time for me;
Time for you and time to see


And time yet for one hundred indecisions,
And for one hundred visions and televisions
Before the scaling of a gallow tree


And indeed there will be time
To wonder, ‘Do I dare?’ and, ‘Do I dare?’
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald-spot in the middle of my hair
(They will say: ‘How his hair is grown from air"
All the women say: ‘How his hair is grown from air"

 

Do I dare or do i dare
Do I dare to care
do i dare to climb the stair?!

* O

My car
Exhales
sex dust
-i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust,.

In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse
In a minute, there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will enhearse

Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
Do I dare disturb a lunatic hearse?
ohhh, Viol?!.

 

For I have known them all already, known them all,
Have known the ev'nings, mornings, afternoons,
And I have known the eyes already, known them all,
The eyes that fix you in a formulated grave
And when I am formed, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,

Sex writhes
And lightning entertains
Violation's zimmer-frame
aha...
aha

O

My car
Exhales
sex dust
i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust

*


Arms that lie along a table or wrap around a shawl
Are not here at all
And how should I presume?
And how should I begin to forgive?

Alabaster moonshine
Soothes my sprig
ah, ooo,


Do I dare or do i dare
Do I dare to care
do i dare to climb the stair?!

Shall I say I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the sleep
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves,
Oh, Goodbye sweet love
laid God, help me?
uh ho...

 

*

And the afternoon, the ev'ning, sleep so peacefully
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep…tired…Death malingers
Stretched on the floor, aside you and me
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force a rape to Isis
And, in short, I am afraid:
And, in short, I am sun-laid

Fuck Fuck Fuck
Kill Kill Kill
Thrill Thrill Thrill
OOOOOOO!

and rides live for
Viol
OOOOOOO.


* aha

O

My car
Exhales
sex dust
-i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust


Would it have been worth while
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, Lo!

Othello was
Masked Mario
`Ohh?
`Marello was a pumis
O.

My car
Exhales
sex dust
- i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust,


Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me,
Should I, after cakes and scalding tea
Have the strength to force the moment to its aces
I am no prophet - and here’s no great matter
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,

And in short, I am
gun-raised
and in short i am afraid
zzzzz
ssss

Othello snipes
Darkness
And the seas burn, burn, burn *

I grow old…I grow old…
yes, yes, i grow cold
uh i grow old..i grow cold


Here there are sausage thumbs
And surrealist pictures
Hanging from four walls
Here there are sausage sons
And woman painting dentures
Inside the daughter of a wax scroll

*

Lightning delves for
A thunderflash
Galileo
Seeks space
Oh! come see the sleeve around Christ's face?
Oh, do cum
O- do use a staplegun?

*
I do not think that mermen will sing for me
I have seen them riding seawards on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown black
When the wind blows the water...
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweeds red and brown
Till human voices wake us,-
la let's get out of here and raid the town,
.
lahh
We drive christ back home?
...

O!!!!
Ohhhh

My car
Exhales
sex dust
-i am on the bus
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust

Dolls drool, drool, drool
skulls rule, rule, rule

DID ALADDIN FEED ME?..

.....

SIGHTS (in memory of John Reginald Halliday Christie)    in excess of 201 lines?                       note: this song-poem took 25 minutes to write.

 

There once was a knot named christie
whose sex was a cockless mystery.
when women came near,
he acted right queer,
then gassed them and ground them to history
Then there was this stitch named ethel
who married this dickless devil.
when she found out
what her man was about,
he hacked her up with a shovel.

*
while controlling a sad song, i saw such eyes;
riven, they were the eyes of age,
the eyes that time had cast aside,
& those eyes were the eyes of a preacher
whose eyelids preached unto the poor:
such eyes; i did not think that
such eyes could glister & claw.
Man's pain is a glimmer, man's pain is a door;
man's pain is a mirror, that won't
refract what's behind & before:
man's pain is a girl
with beards where hands should be;
man's pain is a eunuch,
& that eunuch ain't looking at me.

*
Eyes that fade and eyes that see
fade out into their idle seas;
eyes that lie in shattered lanes
wail amid an eyeless scream;
eyes that blind and eyes that crawl
blankly, through a scarlet wall
these are the eyes that I have seen;
these are the eyes of eyeless theme.
Fade out, fade out, fade out these skulls in scheme;
my heart's a shattered cistern, & my soul, a basin dream:
my love of tides is bloody, is bloody in its surf;
my sensual guise is full of lies
that blast against the earth.
Fade out, fade out, fade out this eyeless birth:
the times eyes spend with failure
lie riven in their girth;
the times eyes sight on Judas Christ
lie raping in a tear - fade out, fade out,
fade out this faceless year!
Fade out, fade out, fade out along death's vein:
if time and tide must open wide, what sea shall death contain?
Fade out, fade out, fade out these rivered dregs;
all love is dead: inside the head,
the love of death is red.
Fade out along a veil, fade out along the seed;
fade, fade, fade, fade against all need;
fade, fade, fade, fade, and fade again,
that the killer's sense of love
might seethe away the brain.
Fade, fade, fade, fade forever on;
fade out against the moon, and the woman in the sun:
fade out along the spine, fade out along a pout;
now fade and fade again;
fade completely out.

*
Such eyes! and would such eyes that see
blare bloodily into the trees,
eyes that stare through bleeding lids
would blare forever through the ribs.
Such eyes! and would such eyes that serve
betray the butler and his words,
such eyes that cripple like a breeze
would serve the madman's wheeze.
Eyes that fade and eyes that rave,
eyes that fade into the maw;
eyes that rave and eyes that fade,
must fade out through murder's door;
eyes that glut and gut and crave,
eyes that bleed their sightless scores;
eyes that glut and gut and crave,
must fade out through murder's door;
eyes that glut and gut and crave,
eyes that bleed their sightless scores;
eyes that glut and gut and crave;
eyes like these must fade once more.
Eyes must fade into their screams,
eyes must fade entirely out;
eyes that fade through tidal dreams,
must fade into doubt;
eyes must fade and eyes must slave
after murder; eyes that see;
eyes whose purposeless parade
fades into rivers, eyes like these
must assign to eyeless minds,
must assign to eyeless palls:
eyes that glut and eyes that crave;
eyes like these live in the walls.
Eyes! such eyes I did see;
such eyes as never thought to be,
such eyes as never thought to see,
such eyes, such eyes.
eyes whose role in life is doom,
eyes whose seeing rapes the womb;
eyes! such eyes as living spares;
eyes! such eyes as living scares;
eyes that glut and eyes that crack,
eyes whose lids are roughly snapped:
eyes! such eyes as dying shares;
eyes! such eyes that climb the stairs.

*
While controlling a sad song,
while controlling music's wrong,
while controlling murder's ebb,
sights inside me woke the dead.
While controlling a sad song,
while controlling music's wrong,
while controlling murder's mind,
sights inside me broke the spine.
While controlling a sad song,
while controlling music's wrong,
while controlling murder's skein,
sights inside me broke the brain.
While controlling a sad song,
while controlling music's wrong,
while controlling murder's frame,
sights inside me rose in flame.
While controlling a sad song,
while controlling music's wrong,
while controlling careless death,
sights inside me broke the breath.
While controlling a sad song,
while controlling music's wrong,
while consoling careless love,
shrouds of darkness moved above.

*
The maid of mystery, she laid down
upon a mound of history;
now her eyes are full of sound
and clouds of dead maternity.
The darling Lord, he danced & cried
into a field of wheat;
now his heart is filled with lies
and nails that spurn and weep.

*
Save the scales of skin that fall
from your fine posterior;
I am sick of waiting for
your visits to my minds -
save those scales! come give to me
those spines that thral so well!
I am sick of scouring trees
with limbs that spoil in hell;
for you must be a whore to think
that I adore you for your form;
you, like other seives of months,
must strain away the dawn;
you, like other menstrual suns,
must assign to rumps of porn;
you, like other menstrual sons,
must assign to seven lawns.

*
Once upon a time, I dreamed in a nightmare
of a world of eyes & a world of flares;
there, where the leaves fell madly from the trees,
i sensed eyes cleave into madness & despair;
and here there were eyes that slithered in black
& here there were eyes that danced on their backs,
& where time loitered & flew quite away,
my memories were cloistered in the eyes of decay,
&, o, what a world was here constrained
in the eyes of the spheres & the ravaging rain:
ah! what a wasteland was here seen,
where the waifs & the strays slid into eyeless dreams:
as if from a cloud, or some native place of tears,
the shroud of deception serried into fears.

*
Eyes that rave & eyes that fade,
eyes that sight the summer's lore:
eyes that rave and eyes that fade
must fade out through murder's door;
eyes whose role in life denudes,
eyes whose role in life deludes:
eyes whose seeing is deranged,
eyes like these must fade again;
eyes whose seeing never knows,
eyes whose seeing snaps the rose:
eyes whose lids lie carved in night,
eyes like these must greet the light;
eyes whose living sights no end,
eyes whose living ways must shend:
eyes whose being sights no truth,
eyes like these must seem uncouth;
eyes that live beneath the rain,
eyes whose ways must stain again:
eyes! such eyes that murder maims;
eyes like these must rape the brain;
eyes in skies whose dreaming spits,
eyes in skies whose dreaming splits:
eyes! such eyes that flail to live;
eyes whose living rapes the crib.
Eyes I've seen, such eyes without,
eyes whose fusion burns and routs:
eyes! such eyes of graveward leisure,
eyes! such eyes of graveward pleasure;
eyes I've seen, such eyes that reel,
eyes I've seen, such eyes that feel;
eyes! such eyes that well above;
eyes! such eyes that murder love.
Eyes I've seen, such eyes that strip
light from light, wick from wick:
eyes I've seen, such eyes that cry;
eyes of murder coil & die.
...
jdb 1992.

......

 

 

 THE TIME                    113 speed-written lines


      this is the time, this is the time -
      the time of graves in the mind.
      this is the time, this is the time - 
      i'll never save you from the wind.
      this is the time, this is the time,
                                            this is the time.
      this is the time, this is the time - 
      the moons above do not define.
      this is the time, this is the time -
      the stars of summer fail to climb -
      this is the time, this is the time -
      i'll never save u from the wind.
      this is the time,this is the time,
                                            this is the time.
      this is the time, this is the time -
      the time of madness on the grind -
      this is the time, this is the time - 
      the serpent in the sea of mind -
      this is the time, this is the time,
                                            this is the time.
      this is the day -
      the storm of sadness fails to save -
      this is the day -
      the storm of sadness flails to rage -
      this is the word -
      the shended winter on the rise -
      this is the day, this is the day....
      this is the night -
      beneath the web of thunder,
      translucence spirits worlds apart:
      no more the way it was when young,
      just abaddon's counterpart. 
      the sea of death is reigning
      over hills in galilee -
      build your ship, for u shall need it -
      build your ship of death...
      this is the time, this is the time - 
      the time of our elaborate spines - 
      this is the time, this is the time -
      i'll never save u from the wind -
      this is the time, this is the time
                                            this is the time.
      in the word, in the whirl,
      in the never-ending swirl:
      in the tide, in the rain, 
      in the never-ending brain:
      in the maw of the war
      that rages on the shore:
      as much as death divides,
      the way ahead must claw.
      this is the time -
      the time of dreams that never come -
      this is the time - 
      the rended way in orizon:
      if we seek the lunar temple,
      what for the men who do not care?
      if we seek the lunar temple, 
      what for the sirens in the air?
      this is the time, this is the time
      this is the time, this is the time -
      no more the stars, just death run blind -
      this is the time, this is the time,
                                               this is the time..
      went out to seize my woman -
      the way ahead was wealer-deal -
      went out to seize my woman -
      the way ahead was neon steel.
      the archer's skein is burning,
      is burning cancer-black:
      went out to seize my woman -
      the night behind was
                                  pearled in strap. 
      this is the time,this is the time -
      i'll never save u from the wind -
      this is the time, this is the time,
                                         this is the time.
      & out where man is living
      for eight long miles of endless spite,
      the spirit in the Northern Wind
      lies raving where there is no night -
      for loves that live forever,
      for spaces rilled with river dreams -
      for all the birds of pleasure -
      each way man lives,
                                  his woman screams. 
      this is the time,this is time:
      the sickness in its neon spin:
      this is the time, this is the time:
      the mad, the bad, the madamed kin.
      to raid the dark,to reap the blank -
      no more to seek just time to die:
      to find the iris in its clique,
      to move the stone of jesu's cry -
      this is the time, this is the time,
                                         this is the time -
      for chiliads of eastern truth,
      the day ahead must seem uncouth.
      this is the trime, this is the time -
      i'll never save u from the wind -
      & in the word, & under all,
      and in the word, & with The Fall -
      beneath the sap of christ in bud -
      the bracken spiels
                                against the blood.
      this is the time, this is the time,
                                                   this is the time.
      this is the time, this is the time,
                                                  this is the time.
      this is the end
                                 of
                                      rhyme.

 .......

  THE WHITE ROOM (THE SHITE ROOM)
      the white room, the shite room.
      eyes of endless love, denusion,
      eyes of hand in glove, delusion.
      the white room, the shite room.
      eyes of endless death, delusion,
      eyes of denied breath, confusion.
      the early rose is slaughter-hour
      - no more the prince, just bible tower. 
      the white room, the shite room.
      eyes of endless dream, denusion,
      eyes of hangdog scream, delusion.
      the early rape is always real,
      the nest to come is wealer-deal. 
      the white room, the shite room.
      eyes of porno scum, delusion,
      eyes as cruel as come, confusion. 
      seek the word before light thrums,
      ruck the teat and dream of come.
      the white room, the shite room.
      eyes of endless sex, collusion,
      eyes of mental text, illusion.
      seek the bird of US breed,
      stab the stage and shed some seed.
      the white room, the shite room,
      the bright womb, the classroom.
      denusion, confusion, delusion - 
      do not doubt the teacher's drug.
      denusion, delusion, confusion -
      do not doubt the neon rug.
      the white room, the bright room,
      the bright room, the shite tomb.
      spend nine years in the ark of chimera,
      come on home to a ten-inch labia.
      eyes on endless voyages to snuff,
      eyes on endless voyages to puff.
      calling the desert downstairs - do u hear me?
      calling the desert downstairs - now revere me.
      the white, shite room,
      the bright, white womb.
      eyes on a trip to the flunkey town,
      eyes on a trip to the colour brown.
      coprotic spinster, do you know death's name?
      urine river, coptic stain.
      the white room, the shite room - eyes on a voyage to cimmerian asia;
      phaposian starling, stalin-sucking darling - do you know christ, then
      think of merlin! shite, white, bright, ice rite, wight - seek the summer,
      make it work, never cease
      till god gets hurt.
      eyes on empty, eyes in visa, eyes on empty, eyes in geizer. 
      the white room, the shite womb,
      the shite womb, the bright tomb.
      seen it in the papers, sensed the winter yearning,
      seen it in the papers, sensed the summer gurning.
      white, rite, bright, shite - white womb, white tomb, white rheum, white
      spume.
      no more the accidental, just the occidental.
      endless winter voyage, endless ship of fools,
      endless winter voyage, endless mental rule.
      the white room, the shite room, the shite room, the white womb.
      don't need a caucasian to prove us all american.
      white room, shite room, white womb.

 ......

 FUSION HRS (FROM A MYSTICAL PSYCHODRAMA The Parable of the Preacher Man) 256 speed-written lines.


      Flowers, towers, fusion hrs,
      magnesium rotors, helio powers;
      palisades of burning light,
      skeins of fission, endless night.
      Towers turned ashen, Asian madness,
      forging Zion, lion of sadness;
      limitless dolls of metal, spurning,
      Israeli sun, Holocaust yearning.
      Flowers, towers, fusion hrs,
      hatchets, signets, zen-tithed suns,
      domesday stories, scarab drums:
      flower of plenty, flower of pain,
      flower gone empty, enemy brain -
      in the window on death's widows,
      endless spume the hangman's pillows.
      Flower of duty, flower of passion,
      flower of sadness in confession:
      from the sun, red spheres unite,
      on the run, red spheres ignite.
      In the hearse of storming fuses,
      haloes purse in cryptic uses;
      danger manger, sulphur sermon,
      in the darkness, death is certain.
      Flower, multisony, petal's mission,
      flower, multisony, green-skied kisson;
      flower, power, tower of maiming,
      in the mind, all thought's deranging:
      in the angelled eye of time,
      angled flows the spirit line;
      in the rivers of the moon,
      angled flows the drumming womb;
      in the axis of death's love,
      carring axles bear black gloves:
      in the wick of Herod's name,
      carring candles burn in shame.
      Light destroys, night defines;
      in the flames, fission climbs;
      in the veinmost ark of fear,
      fission climbs & deaths endear:
      harpish son of modern man,
      on the run, destruction lams;
      in the timepiece on love's shoulder,
      madly trips the minor's moulder:
      in the canyons, under anvil,
      madly furls the spirit wrangle.
      Like a beast beneath the mind,
      fusion hrs define love's spine;
      like a beast beneath the womb,
      fusion hrs define red doom;
      in the hills of petrol music,
      fusion splits the atom's permit;
      in the rainbow, under fission,
      fusion deifies & christens;
      in the prism, under water,
      spectral fission drowns in mortar:
      flower, tower of burning flux, 
      under oceans, deaths construct.
      Wreck of Christ, Deustchland scream,
      in the furnace, madness gleams:
      latent spume of panic's mania,
      in the furnace, madness slavers.
      Dead in veins of funeral summer, 
      past all passion, rifles sunder; 
      murder, purdah, flower of sadness,
      under anvil, light strikes madness:
      in the sequence of time's tearing,
      stuttered fire the guns of staining; 
      flower of fusion, flower of murder;
      purdah, murder, den-eyed stirrer;
      flower, tower, river of delusion,
      time must come, but time's confusion;
      time must come, but won't know how,
      death, denuder, time's last vow.
      Moon, tomb, summer stone,
      i am the one who opened bone,
      tomb, moon, summer sky,
      i am the one who opened die - 
      here today, gone tomorrow, 
      gone westways with autumn's sorrow -
      moon, tomb, summer stone,
      i am the one who opened moan. 
      moon, tomb, summer lie,
      i am the one who opened cry,
      summer sun, winter croon,
      i am the one who opened doom -
      here tomorrow, gone today,
      gone with winter, stormed away -
      moon, tomb, summer sun,
      i am the one who opened come;
      tomb, moon, summer gun,
       am the one who lung -
      here with scissors, here with rumour,
      i am the one who opened humour -
      moon, tomb, summer stone,
      i am the one who opened drome.
      summer skein, mystic cry,
      i am the one who opened spy -
      here today, gone tomorrow,
      gone westways with no-one's sorrow -
      moon, tomb, summer stone,
      i am the one who opened groan,
      moon, tomb, summer stave, 
      i am the one who opened grave,
      moon, tomb, summer spine,
      i am the one who opened crime -
      under water, under season,
      i am the one who opened reason 
      - moon, tomb, summer levee,
      i am the one who opened prayerfree.
      moon, tomb, summer stone,
      i am the one who opened Rome,
      moon, tomb, summer sphere,
      i am the one who opened tear
      - here together, here as one,
      together ever, one on one,
      i am the one who opened love,
      i am the one who opened glove.
      moon, tomb, summer stone,
      i am the one who opened loam,
      moon, tomb, summer slave,
      i am the one who opened stave - 
      in the graveward art of number,
      i am the one who opened thunder -
      storm of music, storm of murder, 
      i am the one who opened purdah;
      moon, tomb, summer stone,
      i am the one who opened chrome.
      moon, tomb, summer rave,
      i am the one who opened rage -
      inward seeker, sentient christ,
      i am the one who paid the price -
      here today, gone tomorrow, 
      gone westways with no-one's sorrow
      - westward ho, westward dreamer,
      i am the one who opened river,
      westward river, westward tribe,
      i am the one who opened live -
      under spring, under seizure,
      i am the one who opened fissure
      - here today, here forever,
      i am the one who opened pleasure. 
      moon, tomb, summer stone,
      i am the one who opened dome,
      moon, tomb, summer State,
      i am the one who opened rape -
      under horsehead, under hero,
      i am the one who opened Nero -
      friend to every, friend to low one,
      i am the one who opened crow one.
      moonsign, sunsign, starsign kith,
      i am the one who opened kiss,
      starsign, moonsign, sunsign manna,
      i am the one who opened hammer -
      no more no man, no man none,
      summer sun lives on the run -
      moonsign, sunsign, heaven drift
      , i am the one who opened fist.
      this is all the worlds we know -
      moonfist, sunfist, flailing snow -
      this is all the worlds we gain -
      moonfist, sunfist, flailing rain -
      this is all the vein of summer -
      moonfist, sunfist, alien drummer;
      moon, tomb, summer sky,
      tomb, womb, summer high;
      summer seance, summer ghost,
      i am the one who opened host.
      no more pain, just passion's proof,
      no more rain, just fusions couth -
      moon, tomb, summer sizer,
      i am the one who opened rider;
      under water, under music,
      love is love and love is permit -
      love is grace and love inflames,
      love lives on beneath the brains - 
      moon, tomb, summer stem,
      i am the one who opened gem -
      here today, gone tomorrow,
      gone westways with no-one's sorrow.
      No more summer, no more love,
      no more sons of rainbow doves,
      no more fear, no more madness,
      no more fear, no more sadness -
      moon, tomb, stone of choosing,
      i am the one who's days are losing -
      no more peace, no arks to maim,
      i am the one who opened name.
      moon, tomb, summer silence,
      i am the one who opened license -
      no more the streets of scarlet hue,
      just the streets that broke on thru -
      under summer, under seams of gold,
      i am the one who opened fold -
      no more love, no more pain,
      just the temple under mane.
      love is death, death is choosing,
      choice is death and death's confusing -
      i am the one who opened December, 
      i am the one who opened member -
      under lamb, under shepherd grease,
      i am the one who opened fleece - 
      here today, gone tomorrow,
      westward angels do not follow.
      moon, tomb, summer light,
      i am the one who opened night, 
      moon, tomb, summer score,
      i am the one who opened door -
      under mortar, under shine,
      i am the who opened dime -
      here today, gone tomorrow, 
      westward angels do not follow.
      moon, tomb, summer road,
      i am the one who opened toad,
      moon, tomb, summer kith,
      i am the one who opened drift -
      under rain, under scarlet scanner,
      i am the one who opened grammar -
      here today, gone tomorrow, 
      westward angels do not follow.
      moon, tomb, summer shape,
      i am the one who opened ape,
      moon, tomb, summer stain,
      i am the one who opened maim -
      stars denude, moonfields fellow,
      i am the one who opened yellow -
      under water, under river,
      westwards angels gyre and shiver.
      No more death, no more schemes,
      i am the one who opened dreams,
      no more breath, no more any,
      i am the one who opened many,
      no more summer, no more rock,
      i am the one who opened lock -
      here today, gone tomorrow,
      westward angels do not follow.
      moon, tomb, ilex, angle,
      i am the one who opened wrangle,
      moon, tomb, ilex, lung,
      i am the one who opened none -
      no more love, no more leaving,
      i am the one who opened breathing,
      no more fusion, no more science,
      i am the one who opened defiance.
      moon, tomb, womb, summer,
      womb, tomb, moon, thunder, 
      womb, moon, springside hitler,
      i am the one who opened mitla -
      no more can the heroes bring
      death to death and wing to wing, 
      no more can the angels sire
      seraphic strangers from their fire.
      Weep, wane, rondha rumble
      , wane, weep, foam disemble,
      wane, weep, den-eyed mist,
      i am the one who opened list -
      under chapel, under cavern,
      under chapel, under ravine,
      i am the one who opened nought,
      i am the one's whose ways were bought.
      moonsign, starsign, summer code,
      starsign, moonsign, summer lobe,
      no more love, no more the empty,
      no more love, just heaven's sentry.
      moonsign, starsign, summer raid,
      i am the one who opened brave -
      love lives on beneath the tides,
      love is death and death decides.

......

 WHOOPS, I SCARED U


      Whoops, i scared u; i guess i always did. Whoops, i scared u since u were
      just a kid. Whoops, i scared u; the sun is in the sky. Whoops, i scared u;
      i guess i almost died. Whoops, i scared u; tomorrow is a shore. Whoops, i
      scared u; tomorrow is the Law. Whoops, i scared u; destruction is a chain.
      Whoops, i scared u; seduction breaks the brain. Womb of summer, womb of
      madness, rend away these skeins of sadness: under hammer, under natal
      blood, rend away these lizard buds - come, let searing scissors swim -
      never die till death gives in. Whoops, i scared u; i guess u always knew.
      Whoops, i scared u; i scared u out the blue. Whoops, i scared u; i scared
      u with devise. Whoops, i scared u; i scared u with my eyes. Whoops, i left
      u; guess the seas are red. Whoops, i left u; guess red seas are dead.
      Whoops, i left u; guess the creatures wail. Whoops, i left u; guess the
      seasons fail. Womb of summer, womb of sadness; womb of fusion's scientific
      madness, come, let woman crawl upon her knees; come, let chilldren suffer
      under weed. & she smokes a star and she smokes a car & she smokes a
      diamond behind red bars & her baby's bad & her father's a god & her lady
      man wields a golden rod & she does her best to die away & she does her
      best to turn bright grey & she doesn't care for reptile shit & she does
      her best to heal the sick & she smokes a star & she smokes a car & she
      smokes a diamond behind red bars & she lives in the hills & she lives in
      the rain & her lady man is a million summers vain & i guess i scared her
      since she was old & i guess i scared her since she was told & i guess i
      meant to & she's going south & i guess i meant to & her soul is in my
      mouth. Whoops, what happened; why didn't u care? Whoops, what happened;
      what happened to prayer? i saw the cars, saw the vehicles ravel by - what
      the hell happened to the roads in the sky? & i scared my woman & i scared
      my mother & i scared my peeple & i scared my brother & i scared all the
      folks who'd ever lived to kill & i scared all the folks who wrote me a
      will & i do not care & i do not care to think & i do not care & i do not
      think to blink & i do not care & i do not think to mind & i do not care &
      the skies are going blind. Woman! baby! child beneath blood blue! woman!
      baby! child beneath red hue! woman! baby! tell me what to do; tell me what
      to do or else break thru; tell me what to do or else break thru. Whoops,
      she scared us, i scared her; whoops, i scared us, she scared her; whoops,
      no more, just stones inside; whoops, no more, just wicked brides; whoops,
      no more, just wicked eyes; whoops, terror, whoops, derangement; whoops,
      feather, whoops, containment; indian summer, doctor of estrangement;
      indian summer, doctor of displacement! No more love, no more news, just
      the rider singing the blues - no more love, just leather kings; no more
      love, just menstrual wings - & she smokes a car & she smokes a star & her
      husband's a devil & she's behind bars & they know & they grow & they
      always did & they learn so fast & they have no kids & she is he & he is
      she & there is just no more to see & he is she & she is mister blood &
      there is no law, just bones in skies above & there is no law, just bones
      in skies above & there is no law, just bones in skies above.

.....

THE GRAVEWARD DREAM


      i sensed so many people die - inside their minds, the winter raved.
      i knew the word inside the world - so many men, so many.
      i sensed the Earth about me change,  from life to death, to deity
       i sensed so many people die. so many men, so many.


      **
      loss, denial, death, reproof:
      stunning the sun, the word is real.
      beneath the rain, inside the brain, 
      dark as winter, dreams denude.
      the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
      & I must know, the graveward dream;
      must rage, where love can only
      size away the stars.
      the light that flails below the mind,
      is seven more than death behind;
      & should the witness in the cave
      console the seas, the sun would die.
      loss, denial, death, reproof:
      shended come the ides of breath.
      dark inside the deity,
      words in words are cold as theft.
      the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
      & I must know the graveward dream;
      must rage, where love can only
      size away the stars.
      the orison, without a wheel,
      can only rend away love's spiel:
      each way the winter raves aside,
      the phallic heist can only ride.
      the warden in the steeling blood,
      has nineteen eyes, all bust in bud.
      the graveward dream, the gravward dream;
      & I should know the graveward dream;
      must rage, where love can only
      size away the stars.
      I saw the woman in the wreck
      depose the moon inside its seam;
      so many man, so many girls:
      this earth of fire is bound in pearls;
      & should the sickness in the rose
      lie shended with the heart deposed,
      then man & child would live forever,
      raving where all death is pleasure.
      the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
      & I must know the graveward dream;
      must rage, where love can only
      size away the stars.
      the blackness, in the lobes of theft,
      lies riven with the arcless mind;
      so many truths must come to none,
      as rended as the mourning one;
      & should the witness in the rain,
      lie serried with the graves of pain,
      no man nor child would come on home,
      to greet the reaper in the dome.
      the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
      & I should know the graveward dream;
      must rage, where love can only
      size away the stars.
      loss, denial, death, reproof:
      the murderer is on the roof;
      the word lies railing, in a cage,
      as cruel & cold as hero's age.
      the cosmos sees no cellves ahead,
      nor rakes away the golden bed;
      nor man nor child come close to kill
      the seraph on the neon hill.
      the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
      & I should know the graveward dream;
      must rage, where love can only
      size away the stars.
      i saw so many children die,
      i saw so many peeple fly -
      the doctor in the iron kiss
      lies serried with the graves in fist.
      the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
      & I should know the graveward dream;
      must rage, where love can only
      size away the stars.
      the graveward wish, the naveward stage -
      the cellves of time can only cruise,
      away, where death must deify,
      away, where death is real.
      the graveward dream has scarlet skeins,
      as native as the scarlet brains
      of crime & cause & red macadam:
      the world inside, is duel abaddon;
      & should the day I came to see
      the winter in the casuistry
      reveal the witness in the light,
      the life inside would reap the night.
      the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
      & I should know the graveward dream;
      & I must know the face of god,
      & greet the aaron in the rod.
      the shended day, the rended way,
      the crucifix, in iron sun -
      all, the christ within the vein
      must raid the womb of everyone.
      there is a word that no-one speaks,
      nor any heart can choose to seek -
      eyes have known the heart of death,
      eyes have opened, eyes have screamed -
      the idol in the church of lies
      must reel away, or else not die!
      the graveward dream, the graveward dream;
      & I must know the graveward dream;
      & I must know my meadow-child,
      & i must seek the endless wild,
      & i must know the ligron's whirl,
      & seek the sinner in the furl,
      & man shall come, & man shall live,
      & love shall rave, forevermore,
      & where the moon is out of sight,
      the ark of dreams shall raid the bright,
      & christ shall cut & christ shall groove,
      where girl in man deprives the mood,
      & light shall live, forevermore,
      where graveward sickness knows no war.
      the  graveward dream, the graveward dream;
      & I must know the graveward dream;
      must rage, where love can only
      size away the stars...

......jdb 1999.

....

ARE U GOING TO THE SUMMER SEANCE? 
      Bearing loaves & fishes, going gung-ho for the Son, into rooms of tender,
      the moon fires like a gun: set in Cimmerian slaughter, like a flunkey
      diamond filled with chaff, slittering the wrists of daughters, the Ghosts
      of Judas flash. Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the
      Summer Seance? Are u going to spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are
      u going to the Summer Seance? Mute in verbal gossamer, snapping twigs with
      zen-eyed glee, pastelling after spider tombs, the Christ of Heroes swims
      the sea: dread is the thunder's whisper, motors thrum in eyes above;
      slittering the wrists of tarantula riders, the Ghosts of Judas deny all
      love. Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer Seance?
      Are u going to spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are u going to the
      Summer Seance? Eighteen lazy pharaohs, like sickle spies, cleave pyramidic
      dreams: pyrrhic victory under rainbow, the sword of duty breaks its
      scream: screened on widow windows, like a seminal river maundering by,
      slittering the wrists of iron sidlers, the Ghosts of Judas siren high. Are
      u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u
      going to spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are u going to the Summer
      Seance?

      Late in graves of powder, setting no store to the cannon of doubt, sat led
      ded in canyon chowder, the clamerine angels spume & pout: summoning
      sermonics from sulphur, like a wheat-eyed fairy, Mary sighs: slittering
      the wrists of Zion's pariahs, the Ghosts of Judas haunt & fry. Are u going
      to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to
      spend time with the ghouls of abeyance? Are u going to the Summer Seance?
      No more to fields of rapine azure, no more to Indians spiting rhyme: no
      more the gas, the permeable prism: no more the light inside the spine: no
      more the spike-skeined sentries, no more the soldier in the lung: no more
      the leather under breath, no more the lovelorn graves of come. With beauty
      under cancer, a rose tattoo of bludgeoned fear, the metal Ghosts of Judas
      rise upwards from the spheres. Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u
      going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to spend time with the ghouls of
      abeyance? Are u going to the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer
      Seance? Are u going to break thru to spiritual pleasance? Are u going to
      the Summer Seance? Are u going to the Summer Seance?

 

..     jdb 1999.

 ...

THE DYING GAME?

no more no more for the dying game,
no more for mauds
no more for sheet pain
no more no more for the dying game.
one of us is a tugger cat made sane
and we will never look into midnight
we have our names by heart
we use our inner veins for sad light
no more no more for the dying game
oooo
where a prisoner yells, the loss
chains a chair to a blind blued cross
and we have our names by heart
we use our inner stains for a rocked
budder of blind bone
no more no more for the dying game
oooo
and under my heap, a spot of flame
has come to thrill my head with rain
and under dust, my bedhead ordains
a shallow graveyard raised by stained
body-pictures
no more no more the dying game
no more for mauds
no more for sheet pain
and we swing for night when dames
swallow up mad christs
..
it is the wind returns
to fog in a distant glass..
Your widows are up high
looking outside a facial ride
and a dog of dreams bites a blithe
baby gem;
mown down, left to rend
a dying name
the streets unfurl to yesterday
recollecting loved
sniffy hands that  hold to cups
and we dance, dance
La
no more no more for the dying game
no more for dugs
no more for sheet rain
no more no more for the dying game
..
and a wrist will uncurl and pass
donny danger fingers in a vast
comedy of divinities and gold casks
and a fist will blow hot veins?
.
no more no more of the dying game
no more no more for the lips of Spain
no more no more
Uh....
 ..                           jdb,..
 
...
 
WHALE SUMMIT
      the whale summit, the whale summit - beneath the sun,the starlets groove.
      no time for men who choose to cry,no time for women in the mood. the word
      is idle morning, its spray of light, as real as dead - beneath the sun,the
      starlets groove. no time for men, just shendless red. the sigma in the
      window has eyes as furled as judas god - judas christ, mary price -
      shendless manna,bear the rod. the whale summit - the sky in the moon. the
      whale summit -the eye in the womb.the whale summit - if we seek, we shall
      not find. the whale summit - if we seek, we must go blind. behind this
      shadow's empire, the heart is tripping north - with lies as cruel as
      samphire,the rending way is jesu gorse. in the ingle comes the medium-
      each life that strips away is real - so many,all so many - each life that
      strips away shan't  feel. the whale summit, the whale summit - beneath the
      sun,the starlets groove.no time to stop the world, no time to cease the
      earth, no time for any man,just shendless birth. i have seen light
      moving,i have seen the summer die - within the shades of freezing,the
      gorgonelles fly by. if we look to the south,shall the winter rave? if the
      magma routs,shall the traitors rage? the whale summit,the whale summit -
      beneath the sun, the starlets groove. the whale summit, the whale summit -
      the grail in mind has seven hooves. to search the wards,to reap the child,
      to strip the bone in the christian wild - no life knows, no light lives -
      ice moves up from a frozen crib. there is a woman in the brain: she walks
      nine miles: there is a woman in the brain: she stalks ten smiles. whale
      summit,whale summit, this is the shendlesss whale summit.anatriptic
      mother, toxic brother - no more word for chanticleer - anatriptic father,
      toxic lover - no more whispers in the ear. the swan of god,the ledahose -
      all and all,the way is closed - the swan of christ, the deus heist - all
      and all, the way is diced. the whale summit,the whale summit - spasmoid
      sister doing time. the whale summit,the whale summit - spastic sister in
      the spine.overboard,the sirens reign, underboard, the mystics flame - eyes
      on empty,eyes like twenty -endless mistress in her shame. the whale
      summit, the whale summit - beneath the sun, the starlets groove.the whale
      summit,the whale summit - beneath the moon,the children move.no time for
      words,no time for birds, no time for neon curves.  rape the peak,live
      inside it, rape the peak,do not hide it, rape the peak, rape the peak,
      rape the peak, rape the peak. whale summit, whale summit,this is the
      endless whale summit - this is the whale summit, this is the whale
      summit.blue god, blue love, blue god,neon dove. blue god, blue god, blue
      god - whale summit.
      pale night, pale bright - i saw the witness,the reeling witness - pale
      night, pale bright - never see love live again - pale night,pale bright -
      never see love live again. the whale summit, the whale summit - lost in
      the wood, endless gain - the whale summit, the whale summit - lost in the
      wood, endless fame. at midnight,i saw the shanty men, sensed the summer
      overcome me - at midnight, at midnight, i saw the shanty men. pale
      night,pale bright - i saw the witness, the reeling witness - pale night,
      pale bright - never see love live again - pale night,pale bright -  never 
      see love live again. cowboy christ, cowgirl lover - time must lend me to
      another. all a case of the other, all a wasteland with no mother. pale
      night,pale bright - i saw the witness,the reeling witness - pale night,
      pale bright - never see love live again - pale light,palenight - endless
      whispers in the brain. the whale summit, the whale summit,the whale
      summit, the whale summit - eyes on empty,eyes like twenty - whale
      summit,whale summit. in the wood,in the yield,in the wood, in the field -
      underscore,undermind,underscore, eyes gone blind. AIDS father, take me
      further; do not serve me with your purdah - pale night,pale bright - the
      whale summit,the whale summit - pale light,pale night - the shendless
      whale summit. take me, mother, from this world;share with me your penates
      gold - i  saw the witness,i saw the witness,i saw the reeling witness; i
      saw the reeling witness. this is the whale summit, this is the whale
      summit - meet me in the hills,greet me in the rain - meet me in the
      hills,greet me in my pain. neon god,neon lover,neon god, neon other -meet
      me in the hills,meet me in the hills.this is the whale summit, this is the
      whale summit - endless remit - this is the whale summit. saw the
      witness,the reeling witness - whale summit,whale summit.blue god, blue
      rod, blue god, land of nod - no time to stop the time,no time to cease the
      world - whale summit,whale summit,endless cold. whale summit, whale
      summit, penates gold. i saw the witness,the reeling witness - whale
      summit, whale summit - i saw the reeling witness -come out tonight, come
      out tonight,come greet the endless light. come out tonight,come out
      tonight - come greet the endless night..
 
....

      WORLD ON FIRE 
      World on Fire! Look at the plans we're making: World on Fire! Look at the
      stands we're taking: there's nothing to do but go away & meet the flames
      of another day.
      World on Fire! Look at the hands we're making: World on Fire! Look at the
      hearts we're breaking : there's nothing to do but melt away & greet the
      many pyres of day.
      World on Fire! Wheels take the brunt of aching: World on Fire! Fields
      shake the shunt of making: there's nothing to do, we're all on fire: no
      man may beat except on fire. 
      Wheels within wheels, ice within ice, shields within fields, Christ within
      Christ, man within man, womb within womb, mass within mass & molecule.
      World on Fire! Look at the plans we're making: World on Fire! Look at the
      stands we're taking: there's nothing to do, we're all in the fire; where
      blows a flame, the pyre grows higher: there's nothing to do; we're all
      aflame: where pall-bays flow, the price is flame. 
      Wheels within wheels, ice within ice, shields within shields, heist within
      heist, man within man, doom within doom, mask within mask, tomb within
      tomb.
      World on Fire! the wheels take the brunt of sharing: World on Fire! the
      spiels shake the shunt of breaking: there's nothing to do, we're all on
      fire; the taste is true, we're on the pyre: there's nothing to do, we're
      all aflame: where choices blow, the price is fame.

      

      THE UNSPOKEN WORD 
      It's an unspoken word at the base of the brain that everybody deserves
      just what they constrain; an unspoken word that chilldren suffer time: O
      it happens world over, but no-one seems to mind. It's an unspoken word in
      the centre of the dust that each of us perverts just what consoles our
      lust; an unspoken word that misery is fine: O it happens world over, but
      no-one seems to mind. It's an unspoken word in the swirling of the sun
      that nothingness accords just what we've never done; an unspoken word that
      life is merely crime: O it happens world over, but no-one seems to mind.
      It's an unspoken word in the wastelands of the womb that everyone is
      stirred by the madness of the moon; an unspoken word that tyranny must
      shine: O it happens world over, but no-one seems to mind. It's an unspoken
      word, a deadly word between us all that emptiness conserves our only
      clarion call; an unspoken word that poets seldom rhyme: O it happens world
      over, but no-one seems to mind.

  ....

TELEVISUAL SYNDICATE OF BEING ALIVE (Based on one of my many improvised
      song-poems)


      Televisual syndicate of being alive; watch the den-eyed children writhe,
      sense the screen-fat cholesterol to nothing - in the mind, let wasp-skies
      summon. No more zen-tithed warriors at one, just the scam-boys almed
      against the sun; no more truth, no more plain love, just the screen in
      shrouds above. Televisual syndicate of being alive; watch the den-eyed
      children writhe; seize the siren in the filmic kiss - in the mind, let
      fusion's fist, set on braining, seizure out of seeing - televisual
      syndicate, let love lose being. Searching for summer in the beam of death,
      No Man summons on the bridge of breath: storming into cancer, with
      capricorn a womb denied, televisual syndicate of being alive. Televisual
      thunder, fusing as she sunders; televisual king bees, deposing of all
      wonder: with jam-skeined mentals seething under metal, the prison cell of
      creaming lams the scentimental.Televisual syndicate of being alive; watch
      the den-eyed children writhe, sense the screen-fat cholesterol to nothing
      - in the mind, let wasp-skies summon. No more zen-tithed warriors at one,
      just the scam-boys almed against the sun; no more truth, no more plain
      love, just the screen in shrouds above.

      IN THE BEGINNING (2) (after Dylan Thomas)
      in the beginning of poetry's mallow, from first to last, the chiming face
      fawked across the skies laid fallow; one shower of motion sired the waste;

      and, like cyphers in conjunction, muse and fire mixed as they raced.
      in the beginning of poetry's mallow, syllabic & tarry as a filthy smile,
      from the births and heirs of mallow, round the heavens span the child;
      & after came the gyring waters, touched & torched upon rhyme's dial.
      in the beginning of poetry's marrow, that set alight the sparring spark,
      time & tide sent forth their fellows, & the tunes of magma's Ark,
      flailing where all seas lay narrow, wired the jaws of jesu's art.
      in the beginning of poetry's marrow, which, from sky-slit aces grooved;
      in the misgivings of the secret brain, rhyme and tide sent forth their
      moods,
      & the runes of madness lammered, & the moons of mourning roared;
      in the beginning of poetry's marrow, before & after was the open door.
      in the beginning of poetry's marrow,
                                                                before and after
      was the opened whore?

...

 

I RECALL MY MOTHER CHILD

i recall my mother child, shining in the venturous wild, storming in her
apple smiles, mother child, mother child. I recall my mother kith, smiling
in her venturous kiss, saving me from darkness come, bearing me love's
kingdom come. Mother child, Mother Mary, here to bear to birth love's
theory; here to mould a world of fire: mother child, mother spire. Mother
child, Mother Mary, here to rend away God's eyrie, here to clip the
eagle's madness, here to rend away God's sadness. Mother child, Mother
Mary, here to bear to birth love's theory; here to mould a world of fire:
mother child, mother spire. Mother child, Mother Mary, here to rend away
God's eyrie, here to clip the eagle's madness, here to rend away God's
sadness. Lion of changes, lion of flame, how shall childhood come again?
Never till the stars go out, never till the angels rout: lion of changes,
lion of derangement, how shall childhood shend containment? Never till the
world replies to the pyres within its eyes. Mother, mother, mother child,
shining in the venturous wild, time shall come, but won't know how, death
gone after, a Golden Bough.


ANOREX..

anorex, anorex; women r anorex. eat a little, eat a lot, eat a little, eat
the rot. anorex, anorex; women r anorex. don't matter what u try to say,
don't matter what u try to do - woman is anorex; woman breaks on thru. eat
to die, eat to fade, eat to wharve away decay; eat the moon, eat the sun -
eat the endless food of none. anorex, anorex; women r anorex. seen it in
the cinema, seen it in the streets, seen it under kinema; this world is in
defeat. anorex, anorex; women r anorex. eyes on empty, eyes gone nowhere,
eyes on empty, eyes gone slow-where. eat a little, eat a lot, eat a
little, eat the cot. don't matter what you try to say, don't matter what u
try to do - woman is anorex; woman breaks on thru.
There once was a man from cork
who was terribly fond of pork
he ate thin and thick
and was terribly sick
and then popped himself with a fork.

....  

 HIV (A PSYCHODRAMA)               more than 110 speed-written lines

 

Sleeping under tundra, denuding duvet thunder,
with a heart of redtime summer, our weeping
Hearts accord; accord to the lamplight, the winter coming softly:
sleeping under tundra,
Denuded sleep records.

This is the sickness of Heady Invitro Varnish;
HIV my any other name would still paint thick.
Snoring under lightning, with an eye of death devising
sleeping under tundra, duvet thunder
Clicks. though we be sure, sure that Love is Hero Nero,
sleeping under tundra, our souls attain
No spire.

Chapel of Love, cathedraline weft of widow;
snapping as we snooze, the socket lover wails:
Xanadu, no paradise, just masturbation in a window:
sleeping under tundra, duvet thunder
Rails; rails as severed hammers bang in nailed masectomy,
bang and bang again, with lover's bed a
Moon away: sleeping under tundra, denuding duvet thunder,
Xanadu, no paradise, snores into
Decay.

Halo Heaven? then what for motile angels, what for cherubs, seraphs,
what for Victorian War?
No, less motile angels than strangeness being strangled;
less the child made holy than murder
On the moor. though we are sure, our hearts go out on empty,
though we are sure, our hearts
Run out of heat. though we are pure, pure as passion's enemy,
denuding duvet thunder, the
Angels' hearts don't beat.

Demnos, cloven bastard, barterer in God's linen,
cut from cord at centre, umbilical kings die by.
Time was the proof lay in schemes of Lenin, now, cut cord at centre,
the schemes lie in the sky.
Summing up summer from a sickling enemy,
doing our buttmost to drive away the Lord, no
Man is the all of us, the cemetery core of us, the sickla, the Hitler,
the Samson in the gorge.

Duvet thunder, what brought night so dear to us?
where in the bed did death of light
Revere? what for the best of us, the alabastic breast of us;
what for the serpent, the breaker of
The spheres? duvet thunder, what brought night so near to us?
where in phallic latency does
Our humour lie? what for the grave in us, the orthodoxic gay in us;
what for the forsaker, the
Maker in the eye?

Nobody knows just where sex came from;
doing what it will, sex is a laugh; no! sex is chaos;
The science of Hubris: sex is a doctor in the acid atom's bath.
coming on soundly, sex is
Automaton; sex is the cradle of iron gone wrong -
Heady Invitro Varnish, sex is all sickness;
HIV by any other name
would rise against the strong.

This is the song of Los, the Blakeian Apocalypt, rather, this is shit-dip,
the sheep demesne gone
Blind: world under world, the weal of sex is Shibbolith: sex is daughterback,
the nickle fish in
Brine. searching for passion when all is Pornograph:
Internet darling, can you tell me your
Name? Duvet Thunder?! God knows, the best is lumber:
all sex is spinal puncture, is
Pornosapphic shame.

Sleeping, always sleeping, doing our best to suffer,
doing our best to wash before our bodies
Foul: Eliot, Sweeney - coconut will constipate - best to have no children than
o wear an urban
Cowl. true, pure, sure, how hearts reach out forever;
each out across the void to find a
Wedded light! No, no marriage enters, just madness epicentre:
the young reach out for
Everything, reach out & touch the knife.

Denuding Duvet Thunder, sleeping insane forever,
reapwalking like a terrorist, parading death in
Love: no more, just screaming peeples, the pupils under seagulls,
scavengers, destroyers, haters;
Dementia in the bud.

Coming on hotly, red Woman earns her tampons,
coming on redly, womankind is owned by all:
Time was the girl of ages wrote love on molten pages;
ime was once all love, now the heat of
Love must fall.

Duvet delusion, duvet thunder, duvet denusion,
divan number: slagma, smegma, petroleum
Lampage: 666, the sensual soul meets outrage, 666,
the sexual soul meets outrage, 666, the
Sensitive soul meets shoutrage, 666, the enteric soul meets shoutrage
UH UH UH

THE END..

*...

 

FADE OUT


fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. the sons you
yield lie in the field where wheat and corn define the dawn. do not
darken love with spite nor blacken wisdom with death's might. the
softness of this narrow song must seize the glibness of the strong
madness of the mezzanine. pray dance forever in your dreams. fade
out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. fade out, fade out:
fade out along a lime-swum melody. weeping sears the tears of time.
do not fear the words you rhyme. music reaps the turning spheres that
spin inside their spatial leers. fade out along the verses made by
marrows rent from bent lampshades. we have always banged and sired
denial from love's stinking mires. fade out, fade out: fade out along
a lime-swum melody. fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum
memory. sex deposes all the roses spent from out the garden's power.
fade out along this lime-swum song & do not steal away thestrong.
tocsins knell inside the cells wherein glib pris'ners ape the moon.
do not shear away the runes that preach the verses of fled doom. the
speaking poems of the light smash the houses on the hill. chairs of
purple shake the rattle of this baby caught in battle. fade out, fade
out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. fade out, fade out: fade out
along a lime-swum melody. fade out along the rivers' mind and blacken
oceans with the grind of streets that live inside the stars. fly your
spaceship up to Mars. the madness of the clouds dictate the sylvan
sadness of the state. this threnody divines the vines that wrap around
the wrought cosines of softness sinking into marsh. fade out along
the singing caste of infants borne upon the tides of storms found
dancing at the sides of man and all he digs from
babies in the rigs of oils that prove the tithes of sadness
armed with scythes. fade out along the keels of boats which sail the
rain. fade out along this nether vein. fade for ever on where the
snows deny the sum alms of man and child. fade out along the wild.
fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum memory. fade out, fade
out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. fade away and pass away. fade
into the colour grey. fade against the tapestry of glibness scorned
from out the spreed scents of summer lost. speak the tongues of
Pentecosts.
fade out!

fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. the sons you
yield lie in the fields where wheat and corn define the dawn. do not
darken love with spite nor blacken wisdom with death's night. the
softness of this narrow song must seize the glibness of the strong
madness of the mezzanine. dance forever in your dreams! fade out,
fade out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. fade out, fade out: fade
out along a lime-swum melody! weeping sears the tears of time. do
not fear the words you rhyme. music reaps the turning spheres that
spin inside their spatial leers! fade out along the verses made by
marrows rent from second grade metals. we have always sired theft's
daughters from love's stinking mires. fade out, fade out: fade out
along a lime-swum melody. fade out, fade out: fade out along a lime-swum
memory! sex deposes all the roses spent from out the garden's powers!
fade out along a lime-swum song & do not seize the stars from hell.
tocsins knell inside the cells wherein glib pris' ners ape the moon.
do not shear away the runes that preach the verses of fled doom. the
speaking poems of the light smash the homes upon the hill. chairs
of purple shake the rattle of this baby caught in battle! fade out,
fade out: fade out along a lime-swum melody. fade out, fade out: fade
out along a lime-swum melody! fade out!
*

****

THIS IS OUR TIME

This is our time, the time of broken minds, the time of jailers in the
spine; this is the time, this is the time, I'll never save u from the
wind. At the centre of sun, cold prisms run; spectral under gun, cold
prisms run - no light may live now love is done - at the centre of the
sun, cold prisms run. Crucifaction sermons unto doom; den-eyed at iris,
the eye of heaven booms - this is our time, the time of broken minds; this
is our time, this is the time. Cruel at hedon middle, stars of murder
blood the plough; cruel at hedon middle, stars of murder blood love's
bough - the ship of death is sailing - no more the moon, just tombstone
storms. This is the time - all light comes flailing - this is the time of
sharded dawns. Seams under stretcher ward love's murmur - in the caves, we
sight light's brain - spermerotic, with light our cool dementer, petrol
pools rape aside the rain - old is the serpent under music; old, the gold
skein, the rattlesnake bride - this is the time, the time of delusion;
this is the time of the haunted wide. This is the time, death's gallery is
shining - shining like blue mud, the throttled lizards sing - this is the
time, death's gallery is shining - shining like blue mud, the knife of
hatred spins - no time is real, no time is certain; no time, just masques
behind blue doors - this is the time, death's gallery is shining - neon as
a whisper, the sea of death's assured. This is the time, the time of
broken minds; this is the time of graves in the mind; this is the time,
the time of purple spines; this is the time, this is the time. This is the
time, the ship of death is eastern; this is the time, the time of purple
fission; this is the time, no time left to define; this is the time, this
is our time, this is our mind...

...

MIDAS IN THE THORN (rewrite of Jim Morrison's Riders on the
Storm) by jim bellamy

Midas in the Thorn,
wrought & burned in scorn;
as a gilded state of thieves or a man denied at seed,
Midas in the Thorn.

Destruction summons night, dementia summons light;
if we let love's angels run,
no god of truth may come;
Midas in the Thorn, wrought & burned in scorn.

There's a sermon in the sun, there's a sermon in the drum;
if we live by do or die, no heirs of law may fly,
if we suffer for death's drug,
red moons shall groove above;
Midas in the Thorn, wrought & burned in scorn.

Lady Loss or Lady Grey, Lady Loss or Lady Grey?
Though the Kings of Motion mourn,
no ocean strikes the dawn;
Midas in the Thorn, wrought & burned in scorn.
Midas in the Thorn, wrought & burned in scorn;

in the moon, tombed semen flows,
Under tomb, crooned sigma grows;
Midas in the Thorn, wrought & burned in scorn,
Midas in the Thorn, Midas in the Thorn.

If we live by do or die, all winter loves must die,
Midas in the Thorn, wrought & burned in scorn,
Midas in the Thorn, Midas in the Thorn
Midas in the thorn...

....

 

escalier..                         more than 111 speed-written lines?
 
 
Here come the sullen Brontes
And we always watched them come
And their mad eyes always gleamed
And they read
‘Bibliobus’...
 
This State is unkind, do not read my mind
This State is unkind, do not read my mind
No time to kill the sun
No time to watch the rain
This State is unkind, do not think again
This State is too unkind.
And the madness of sun strangles with pain
The softness of lies and death’s hereafter
And injected with stars, this city of shame
Sodomises fields, filled with grain
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
And I saw Medusa standing where
Her classroom pealed with laughter.
Driver, touch death’s steering-wheel
Driver, touch death’s steering-wheel
And do not taunt nor steal
And do not taunt nor steal.
I saw death’s classroom peal with laughter
And the son of man lies half-stoned where
Mankind takes a long vacation
And castles of red sand lie near
The glassy eyes of theft’s staffroom
And the green-line bus calls us
And the green-line bus calls us
And the green-line bus calls us
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
And I saw death’s classroom scream with laughter
And I saw Medusa standing where
Her teachers looked in mock despair.
The mad mind awoke, with a shake,
And taunted death thence strangled Spain
And I see that there is a ‘Rolex-Drink’
Worn on the wrists of sad children
And children have no sexual thoughts
And all their teachers are insane
All their teachers are insane
All their teachers are insane
Waiting for the brain-drain
And all teachers are insane
All teachers are insane
Waiting for the brain-drain
All glad preachers are arcane.
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus.
And I saw Medusa standing where
Death’s classroom schemed with laughter
And the mind is just too goddamn good
The mind is just too goddamn good
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
And James Joyce resides in Haworth Castle.
Wills Wordsworth ate Kendall Mint Cake
Wills Wordsworth ate Kendall Mint Cake
Haworth Castle rests in Dublin
And James Joyce lived in a Martello Tower
I saw death’s school-room stream with vermin
Because this State is too unkind
Because this State is too goddamn quiet
And their teachers wait for the brain-drain
And all their students are insane
All their students are insane
And Haworth Castle lives in Ireland.
Trivia dances
Trivia dances
The mind is too long
The mind is too long
Take the highway west
Take the highway west
To the fields
To the fields
To the fields of Bethlem
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
The Brontes read Bibliobus
And I saw Medusa standing where
Her classroom pealed with laughter
Because her pupils read Escalier
And James Joyce lived in Haworth Castle
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus.
Kendall Mint Cake, where do you take us?
And you must take us due North
And terminate with red birth
Because this earth is upended
And her walls ended
Since the Brontes read Bibliobus.
This State is unkind, do not read my mind
This State is unkind, do not think again
I'll never see into the eyes of the mad
I'll never see into the eyes of the insane
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
Because the Brontes read Bibliobus
And I saw this classroom peal with laughter
Don’t taunt my mind with death’s hereafter
Shelley ate Kendall Mint Cake
And James Joyce resides in Haworth Castle.
 
*
 ...
 
 
 
BLOOD WEDDING (a punishment) by jim bellamy
 
Peeple derange, peeple change, peeple rave in scarlet skein, peeple maim,
peeple change, peeple rave in scarlet veins.
when denied, the peeple kill,
when decried, the peeple thrill.
peeple derange, peeple change, peeple
rave in scarlet skein. sun is dead, moon is dead, wind is dead, rain is
dead, womb is dead, croon is dead, love is dead, life is dead.
peeple derange, peeple change, peeple rave in scarlet skein, peeple emote to
prove their madness, peeple promote to prove love's sadness-
moon is dead,
sun is dead, rain is dead, brain is dead, childhood splits the mind in
four, derangement splits it all the more.
peeple derange, peeple change,
peeple peep and peeple drain; life is largely wanton woman, wanton woman,
largely children. love is dead, lust is dead, dream is dead, scream is
dead, Everyman meets mania parish, mania parish is getting punished.
peeple
maim, kill, rape, strip, score, suck, slay, rip. sun is dead, moon is
dead, wind is dead, rain is dead, womb is dead, croon is dead, love is
dead, life is dread.
change, maim, change, derange, maim, change, maim,
derange, maim the loves you take for granted, change the loves that deem
perverted. under halo, under hollow, under bible, dying wallows.
peeple
derange, peeple change, peeple change, peeple derange; peeple derange,
forever, always, peeple die in empty hallways?
incest tarot, incest marrow, blood wedding, blood wedding. flume of
sickness, spuming witness, blood wedding, blood wedding.
the cloth of
christ is incest perot, the shrouds above, a split-spine tenet. incest
weaver, incest leader, blood wedding, blood wedding. slick of moansigns,
slick of foamsigns, blood wedding, blood wedding. cryptic slaughter,
madam-daughter, blood wedding, blood wedding. the signal sun is seed at
zero, the eunuch drum, an isis hero.
flume of sickness, spuming jenet,
crown of clitzoid, sounding senate, wharving rumour, sea of mud, cimmerian
state in bud. blood wedding, blood wedding, the spines are midnight, blood
wedding.
no time to dream, no time to breathe, no time to live, no time
for ease, no time for breath, no time to die, no time for truth, just
endless sky.
the spines are midnight, blood wedding, the spines are
blasting, blood wedding, the times are crippled in narrow motion, the
shrouds above, phaposian oceans. incest tarot, incest marrow,
blood-to-bone, bone-to-blood, the sallow cheek reveals dead sunday, the
dreams gone after, funeral comedayze. dazed forever,dazed in loved, dazed
forever, dazed above, the seed is zero, the eunuch summer, blood wedding,
blood wedding.
in the times that break apart, from spire to shinbone, rhyme, who is all
and all the slave to the eagle in the mind, (where goes the angled knock
of seered and serried graves),
in the oceans of the heart, the sires of
music rave. and should the angels drop from hireling heaven down; (or
should the shining crop of corn and capeseed drown), then there would be
no rhyme except the light that shifts, and the sires of music, lopped,
would spiral from the pith.
not for the shroud or flame of biblebook or
flower, on the spindrift wires of time & the motions in a tower, (for the
stations of the breath & the seashores in a spine), whereby the seasons
drift, the sires of music chime. & should the angels drop from hireling
heaven down; (or should the shining crop of corn & capeseed drown), then
there would be no rhyme except the light which shifts, & the sires of
music, lopped,
would spiral from the kiss.
fed-up with contusions, fed-up with the shame; fed-up with saint peter &
his pearly gates of flame: a tapestry was woven, a tapestry of fear: in &
out the cyclones, christ whispers in our ear. i cannot make it here, i
have no stone to own: this earth of mutineers is ever bleached at bone.
i cannot make it here with god's roundalay; the world is minus Sun-
there's
nothing more to say. Lal-lal-lee-lah-lah; lal-lal-lee-lah-lah;
lal-lal-lee-lah-lah; lal-lal-lahhhh..
 
..
copyright jdb 1997... note:   the misspellings in this sheet are intentional.
 
...
 
 

MUMMA' S ROCKING-CHAIR


      woke up, saw the endless dead; woke up, saw the bloodied bed; woke up, saw
      the ruby moon; woke up, sensed the summer boom. don't forget mumma's
      rocking-chair, don't forget the eagle's lair; don't forget mumma's
      rocking-chair, don't forget the eagle's lair. woke up; saw the endless
      dead; woke up, saw the bloodied bed; woke up, saw the ruby womb; woke up,
      sensed the winter loom. don't forget mumma's rocking-chair, don't forget
      the eagle's lair; don't forget mumma's rocking-chair, don't forget the
      evil heir. woke up; saw the endless dead; woke up, saw the bloodied bed;
      woke up, saw the moon of death; woke up, sensed the summer's theft. don't
      forget mumma's rocking-chair, don't forget the eagle's lair; don't forget
      mumma's rocking-chair, don't forget the evil heir.        

      THIS IS MY AFFLICTION


      This is my affliction, this is my affliction - i do not suffer for the
      heart of fiction. this is my affliction, this is my affliction - i do not
      walk with the graves of night. this is the world as we see it - picture
      gods without a remit. this is the world as we know - picture gods without
      their dough. this is my afffliction, this is my affliction - i do not
      suffer for the heart of fiction. this is my affliction, this is my
      affliction. suffer twenty years for no-one's theme, suffer twenty more for
      a schizoid dream; suffer endless, suffer over - lost my sex to a broken
      sofa. this is my affliction, this is my affliction, this is my affliction.
      this is my affliction, this is my affliction, this is my affliction.
       
      BORN ON A STORM


      Born on a storm, born on a storm, light was born on an endless storm. the
      summer moon was out of mind, the mystic temper far behind. preacher, do
      not give me love, for time was born in shrouds above; no more christ for
      those who live, just the eve inside the rib. born on a storm, born on a
      storm, light was born on an endless storm. the summer moon was out of
      mind,the mystic temper far behind. teacher, do not give me thunder,
      teacher, do not give me wine; time must climb to greet its sender, sending
      death must split the mind. born on a storm, born on a storm, light was
      born on an endless storm, born on a storm, born on a storm, light was born
      on an endless storm.

      GONE


      Gone, like a song that lingers on, wrong, the way is endless song. i was
      lost inside the rain, i was lost before you came. gone, like a song that
      lingers on. strong was the place where we first met. wrong was the palace
      of our debt. strong was the place where death grew long. gone, like a song
      that lingers on. gone, like a chiming face of blood, strong as the breaker
      of the bud.when you came i was atoned,when you reigned, i was
      alone.gone,like a song that lingers on, gone, like a song that lingers on.
      like a serenade of wrongs, gone; like a mutiny of wrongs, gone;as the sun
      that burns in the endless womb, as the wharven waters in the moon, as the
      stretch of fire, as the furied face, as the semen dream in the gilded
      case. gone, like a song that lingers on; gone, like a song that lingers
      on. gone.

 ....

PLANET BIRTH

This is Planet Birth: let no man tell you birth is glad: this is Planet
Birth: let no woman make you sad.

Under fire & under azure, Planet Birth
is all to see: let no man tell you birth is plenty; Planet Birth came from
the trees.

This is Planet Birth: umbilical as lust, the cradle's yawn
disproves: this is Planet Birth: let no child tell you birth's amused:
under mud & under oil, Planet Birth denies its toil: let no God tell you
birth is plain, Planet Birth came from the rain.

Planet Birth, Planet
Birth, Zioning in the Dark, beneath the earth, like ded zephyrs from red
skies, Planet Birth comes flailing by: wailing under hammered sirens,
beneath the sun, the earth must fail: Planet Birth, Planet Birth, let no
gladness see birth wail.

In the tombyard, sundergrinding, abortive as the
Son of Love, Planet Birth, Planet Birth, Planet Birth, the boom of blood
drops here...

EIDERDOWN GIRL

eiderdown girl, in her eiderdown world, furled under furls, with petrol
face inclined; what for the words you wreak against the birds, what for
the winter you sleep within your words. eiderdown girl, furled under
furls, with petrol face as cold as pearls; what for the number, what for
the thunder, what for the summer in your distant rumba. eiderdown girl,
furled under furls, eiderdown girl, as old as the world, eiderdown girl,
furled under furls; eiderdown girl, eiderdown girl.

THE DANGEROUS MOONLIGHT

I'm in touch with the dangerous moonlight, I'm in touch with the dangerous
moonlight; see, see, see how I just don't care, living in touch with a
dangerous heir.
I'm in touch with the dangerous moonlight; don't stop me,
I know I'm right - the moon comes up, the tomb spins round, living in
touch with a dangerous sound. I'm in touch, I'm in touch, I'm in touch
with the dangerous moonlight, I'm in touch, I'm in touch, I'm in the touch
with the dangerous moonlight.
don't stop me, for I'm in love with the
dangerous powers and the dangerous blood, with the dangerous flowers and
the dangerous sea, with the dangerous you and me.
I'm in touch, I'm in
touch, I'm in touch with the dangerous moonlight, I'm in touch, I'm in
touch, I'm in touch with the dangerous moonlight.
I do not go where the
men must go, I do not flow where the women know; do not fly where the
angels cry - I'm in touch with the trees, and so I die.
I'm in touch, I'm
in touch, I'm in touch with the dangerous moonlight, I'm in touch, I'm in
touch, I'm in touch with the dangerous moonlight
o, have a nude night?

....

 

BIFIDA BRAIN

our graveward dreams, endlessly serried, reveal the acid berry in the
bible flower; the world at one, the zero seed; all all and all depose the
heart to greed. don't need a bifida brain to make it through the rain;
don't need no bifida loins to see this earth purloined. our graveward
dreams, endlessly serried, reveal the acid berry in the bible bone; the
world at one, the zero seed; all all and all depose the heart to need.

don't need a bifida mind to make it through the grind; don't need no
bifida loins to see this earth purloined. all all and all, this dry birth
turns, storming time with searing burns. don't need a bifida world to make
good; just need the sound of axe in wood. this i know, with hitler's
hearing, this i know, with stalin's fearing - this i know, as much as man
is mad - time and tide is endless bad. all all and all, this stage of
notion; all all and all, this comic ocean - all is reasoned before it is
born. all all and all, this heart is scorn. don't need a bifida brain,
don't need a bifida skein, do not need the worth of herod in his girth.

the sea is in harness, the sun is out of time. don't need a bifida brain
to rape away love's spine. our graveward dreams, our graveward schemes;
all all and all, this earth is mean. do not tell me what to think - don't
need this earth to see love sink. don't need a bifida brain to make it
through the rain; don't need no bifida loins to see this earth purloined.
best seek the smallest mind to make this earth divine. best seek the
soul's defectors to shape this earth's inspectors. bifida mind, bifida
spine, bifida spine, bifida crime. cross the world, see seasons change.
don't need a mind to seem deranged. the brain is real, the mind is false.
all all and all, now join the waltz.

 .....

 

SPATIAL WINTER (by jim bellamy)

spatial winter, this serried world is void; void of all its summertimes,
void of all love's prisons. a leper in the mind, the way ahead is seared,
is seared in space behind its ever-spinning spine. the arc of christ rides
closer, closer to the power of god: inside the mirage of the rain, the day
inside itself denudes. each way the sickness clusters, as a semi-comal
state of dreams, red as ilex lightning, the source of fury screams.
spatial winter, this serried world is void; is void of all love's
summertimes, void of all life's rended swirls. a cryptic state of fusion,
the ocean in the mind's surreal; surreal as time decried by the spirit on
the wheel. the arc of christ rides closer, closer to the power of god:
inside the mirage of the rain, the light beneath itself disproves. each
way the sickness clusters, the grave within itself is spiel, red as ilex
lightning, as cold as hero's field.


spatial winter, this serried world is void; is void of all its summertimes,
void of all life's rended swirls. to speak the words of plenty, to shend
the dreamer in the vice: to chant the prayers of many: all is served by
herod's heist. the arc of christ rides closer, closer to the power of god:
inside the mirage of the rain, the day inside itself is rude. each way the
sickness clusters, as a semi-comal eye in scheme, red as ilex lightning,
the source of fury beams.


spatial winter, this serried world is void; is void of all its
lunar-scapes, is void of all its joys. a lepar in the vine of vein,
this mind mirage is growing clear; as clear as mary's sacrifice, as clear
as jonah's tear. the arc of christ rides closer, closer to the power of
god: inside the ruin of the rain, the day within itself disproves. each
way the sickness hollahs, as green as neon sun, red as ilex lightning, the
sea inside must cum.


spatial winter, spatial winter, spatial winter, spatial winter. the mind
mirage, the schizoid rite, the sea in brain, the endless night: the search
for god that never ends, the maker of amends. spatial winter, spatial
winter, spatial winter. to seize the grey, to make it work, to storm the
moon inside its hurt; to make the way for red abandon: all and all, this
love's abaddon. spatial winter, spatial winter, spatial winter: spatial,
spatial winter.

2 TO TOMORROW?

2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow - fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow. 2 to
tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow - rend the sorrow, shend the sorrow. the sun is
booming eastern, it bears no place for hero dreams - best greet the summer
western, or else live on in herod's screams.

don't tell me of your
peacedom, nor ravel with the whores. 2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow - go
greet your child outdoors. the world is growing ancient, baby - do not
live for none - the world is growing ancient, lady - no time for orison.
they hand u bags of silver, they lend u bags of gold - best greet the
morning sun, best get out before you're old.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh are we on the night-ship?!

.....

 

STONED WOMB

Where the rivers bend, we see the hero's splendour: Thebeian shapes of men
in rivulets of cinder: where the rivers gyre, we sense the shape of man:
Thebeian shapes of wisdom, destruction's in our hands. Stoned are all our
baricades, stoned are all our charms: in the palisades of grey, we sense
the seas embalm: down from ashen seances, the ghosts of god assume: stoned
are all our baricades, stoned womb, stoned womb.

Later, in light's restaurant, the Lord of laughter lams on by: sickle
rhythms sunder & siren, transepts sulphur by: where the rivers gyre; where
the hapless eremite lies maimed, into burning capitals, we sense our
hearts inflame. Stoned are all our baricades, stoned are all our charms:
in the palisades of grey, the oceans storm & charm: down from hero logic,
led ded in crypts of grey, into wombs of scarlet doom, our baricades lie
staved.

Yesteryear, the spheres were strong; yesteryear, God's loving lived:
yesteryear was rilled with song; yesteryear, the passions fibbed: now,
with eyes on empty, the sickle moon is filled with blood: menstrual are
our passions & menstrual are the skies above. Stoned are all our
baricades, stoned are all our charms: in the palisades of grey, the oceans
storm & charm: down from hero logic, led ded in crypts of grey, into wombs
of scarlet doom, our baricades lie staved.

Stoned womb, stoned womb, the palest shade of love is all: stoned womb,
stoned womb, the palest shade of passion crawls: stoned womb, stoned womb,
the whitest veil of love is truth: stoned womb, stoned womb: the best we
get is cloven proof; stoned womb, stoned womb: the best we get is cloven
proof.

SIDEBOARD BREAKER (CIGARETTE SHAKER)

Sideboard breaker in the side of the mind: a homestead full of slaughter,
the sun of Hubris shines. Cut from cloven woodchip, with pallish reason
cast from time, sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker in
the side of the mind.

Sideboard breaker in the heart of the moon: a
homestead full of water, the river's murder spumes. Cut from cloven
hardback, with pallish reason severed at womb, sideboard breaker,
sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker in the slide of the moon.

Sideboard
breaker in the soul of leavened day: a homestead full of spirits, the
child of living raves. Cut from cloven woodworm, with pallish reason
buried in the grave, sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker, sideboard
breaker in the side of the day. Sideboard, sideboard, sideboard breaker:

Bo Diddley maimer, song defamer, do you know the world's creator?
Sideboard breaker, sideboard breaker: tell me, Lord, are you forsaker?
Sideboard breaker, broken home deranger, sideboard shaper
(cigarette shaker?)
ahhhhhhh

let's boogy for a vineyard snail!

 ......

MISTY MCCAIN (by jim bellamy)

Ms. Misty McCain, she broke thru my vein - urine and dirt goes down the
same drain.
in the sandy town, the sun don't think - urine and dirt go
down the same sink. her father was mad, her children, dead - urine and
dirt break out of bed.
Ms. Misty McCain, Ms. Misty McCain, cold-eyed
Misty McCain. The dock in the mind has a loveless ruff, the spiritual
fine, a christian crust. urine and dirt go down the same drain, go down
the insane drain.
the brother was mad, the women, sad - Ms. Misty McCain,
she broke thru my vein. Ms. Misty McCain, Ms. Misty McCain, cold-eyed
Misty McCain.
saw the sun, sensed the change; never knew a life so
strange. Ms. Misty McCain, Ms. Misty McCAin, cold-eyed Misty McCain.
in the
sandy town, the earth strikes dead - endless whispers in the head. Urine
and dirt go down the same drain. Ms. Misty McCain, Ms. Misty McCain,
cold-eyed Misty McCain.
magazinic god, what is your name? cold-eyed Misty
MCcain.

....

THIS MEMORY IS DEAD

This memory is dead: inside my head
no end to fear defines the tear
which falls from space and rends the face
of god and all his dreaming crews.
this memory is dead: inside my head
no end to fear divines the tear
which falls from space and peers.
the dark of night is filled with tame
lions that prosper with the dark;
and the madness of the Ark
must thrill and fawn upon the blue
as sadness rapes away the true;
and the passions of the dawn
must reap the spawn from out the corn.
this memory is dead: inside my head
no end to seedless faith may found
the swiftness of the deadened ground.
and the verses of the gay
men who teach against the day
predicate the sullen song
that shends the glibness of the strong.
this memory is dead: inside my head
no end to fear defines the tear
which falls from space and softens love.
woke up to see the tameless seas
riding where the hapless coasts
shent from dead the fled vineyards
which wrote against historians;
and destinies fain crying
that rapes away the lying -
and the killer in the cavern
shapes the bullring's blaze.
this memory is dead: inside my head
no end to fear defines the tear
which thralls from space and reddens death.
eyes may not seize the casuistry
nor might children parry loss.
jesus christ upon this cross
must bury graves inside the sun
as the flight of night's fled gun
blackens terror with furled dream.
the blather on the messanine
will hale the dancers on the moon
and slacken men with cowboys.
these words must thrill the joys
of laughing strangers strangled where
the peace and quiet impairs the snares
which wrap around the wrecks
of crows that shape the shriven decks
of ships which sail against the sun.
narrow distant reddened thunder
softens heroines with slumber.
music whispers in theft's ears.
this is the time when defiance
apes the deviancy shared
by the worts of witches spared.
livid angels tangle with
the swiftness of tomorrow's crib;
and the dignity of slaves
write aside the running graves
of sleep which seldom ends.
the man who has no friends
dilates his eyes with sorrows.
we dine upon the salad vine.
there is no sight nor space in time.
eyes which hasten to the storm
ride the happiness of scorn.
this field of wheat's upended by
the swiftness of the tended sky.
bluest bombs detain the child
who shortens faith with cold french fries.
this memory is dead.

*

LANCASHIRE TODAY (by jim bellamy)

Lancashire today
Lancashire today
Inside this earth we're grounded
Outside this erse we're sprayed
Where man hurls his best king lear
Poems whisper in love's ear
Lancashire today.

There are stars which thrill
Man must know his ill
Fear must rove the veins
There are mystic planes
We dig the muses made
From out the killer's blade
There are stars that thrill.

Lancashire today
Lancashire today

The hills are drilled with fire
Rain must rouse the pyre
Earth is lying where
There is no sense of prayer
Lancashire today.

Riding out the stone
Riding out the stone
Streets are ever real
Hymns must spurn the wheel
Lancashire today
Take hay long Halliday?

Lancashire today
Lancashire today
Lancashire today
Lancashire today.

****

EVERYTHING'S BUSINESS!
THE GRAVEWARD KISS (by jim bellamy)

the graveward kiss, the graveward kiss,
i am in touch with the graveward kiss;
i know the ways of summer moons,
i sense the idol in ten rooms;

& should this earth of birthward fire
contest the rumour in the pyre,
no man would come to challenge christ;
the girl i know is real as ever.

the graveward kiss, the graveward kiss,
i am in touch with the graveward kiss,
the graveward kiss, the graveward kiss,
i am in touch with the graveward kiss.

meet me forever in the fields of pleasure,
meet me forever in the idle sun;
meet me where there is no care,
where no child can care to run.
meet me forever in the fields of pleasure,

meet me forever in the ideal sun?

VITREOUS BLEACH
don't need no cowl, nor iron bowel; don't need no tampon in the spine:
don't need no best of judas breast; don't need no bleeding mind. give me
bleach, give me bleach, give me vitreous bleach. just give me vitreous
bleach. don't need no bug, don't neeed no lover; don't need the sodom in
the vein: don't need no best of judas breast; don't need no thinking mane.
give me bleach, give me bleach, give me vitreous bleach. just give me
vitreous bleach.

.....

BARDS INSIDE THE MIND

bards inside the mind, bards inside the mind
reaching unaccountable dreams
thru the furled litter of hearts
under

lapping shadows, battling sparks
of a kingdom stillness
broken home
beneath the steeled foals
of yesterday's tomes

there's word here
though you fail to see
the contents of its foreign key
fear all endearments now
my child

without this word, you're silenced wild

fear the summons in your veins
lash the centaurs to your moves
it's bards inside the mind, my child,
that will take you to the moon

bards inside the mind
bards inside the mind
girl, you've got to have a dream
girl, you've got to break apart
the phantom's in the vein
and theft's ghost is on the prowl?


***

BARD UPON THE MIND 2 by jim bellamy

Bard upon the mind, bard upon the mind,
reaching unaccountable themes
thru the furled litter of hearts, under
lapping shadows, battling sparks
of a kingdomed stillness, sundered home
beneath the weal-roll of yesterday's tomes.

There's violence here, that shall not end
child, your world beholds no friends,
neither shall the strangers sire
seraphic rangers from your fire
fear endearments now, my child,
for love will take you thru the wild?

it's bards upon the mind, my girl,
that'll take you from this world.

Bard upon the mind, bard upon the mind,
girl, you've got to have a dream
girl, you've got to make some time
as the sun that fades must live
so your ways must surely give
& the winter on the shore
open up that sylvan door.

Bard upon the mind, bard upon the mind,
bard upon the mind,
keen killer kids will grind

doom down to witched dust.

.....

IF A TIME SHOULD SUNDER ME

 

If a time should sunder me, if the skin-correcting sperm
of time's cauled tower casts silence through my bones,
shall there not be heresy, who, as ruins plain,
in the lover's house, lies suffering in the fern?

If a time should sunder, if timeless trades should number
for time's cauled sake, the sermons in the flower,
shall there not be courtesy, whose spy-deriving travesty
adores and sires the lily in a dower?

Isn't time a miracle? since time's the sentried pinnacle,
this boy of rhyming must, whose idylled tender spires,
mark the flesh with manacles, incisorward and technical,
whereby the bells of miracles chime along their wires.

Isn't time a chemical? whereat the muse is animal,
no groove nor hoove of madness shall shake the city fires,
nor seminaried mason, with hypnogogic semen,
contage and parry down the urbane spires.

Time is all these, said she who sucks up manna,
all these, she said, who rapes the tickling town,
as forward rained the trumpeter, mad for minor lampeter;
time is; the flower who folds, the bellower of reasons,
the seer and magnum-man, the tocsin in the cells.

Touch the taper, time shall caper, and this chiming paper
crumble like a bellhound, warping like a man;
time is all these, said she who rates no loving.
.

jdb 1997

 ...

DO NOT BE PREVENTED

Do not be prevented: go demented through the times.
Do not be prevented: best dement as light declines.
Do not be prevented: for god, the way is nameless.

The flux in the mind, the metal brain in red scheming,
the wax in the spine; each petalled slave to dreaming;
all all and all are shendless as this shapeless love.

The soldier in the meadow, the black-n-tanning moon,
the doctor in the shadow, the bracken-blasting womb;
all all and all are shendless as this shapeless love.

Dead dreamers, known by lightless children maiming by
each waking world of words beneath the aimless sky;
all all and all are shendless as this shapeless love.

The warning coasts of angels dictate no mother theft,
each humanising summer, meandering to death;
all all and all, this earth of screens defames to zero.

Do not be prevented: go demented through the times.
Do not be prevented: best dement as light declines.
Do not be prevented: go demented from the sun.
Do not be prevented: for god, the way is orison.

...

TWO EYES IN A WAYWARD SUN

two eyes in a wayward sun
of silver intertissue and golden rain
one, the rumba of orbits wrapped in thunder
the other, the daughter of all pain
yet should those eyes of number sunder in their wonder
this sightless, empty world, and, glancing, wreak away,
the skies that encumber would slumber in their tundra
and conger through a sight-derided blaze

Two eyes in a wayward sun..

denyers are enough to stave the lies that thral
In with the Sun, conundraed as they cum
orbits of a vision beleaguer as they crawl
and, as the lashes flash across their clashes,
eyes bedumbed by Israel might rap along their cauls,
with the thunder strapt in lumber and a spinal clap in tumbler
scarvering across the all-bemaiming halls

Two eyes in a wayward sun..

If the eyes of peering should succumb
if the slighted soarings of the rivers within
should parry and marry to the scuttlers of a sin
man, all molten in his semaphoric oceans,
would condemn as his eyeless lammers rolled,
leavened breads congealing and the eyes of manna wealing
and smashing and abashing in the island of the soul's

blonde farewell.....

la la la la la two eyes in a wayward sun?!

...

         

         LICHEN 


      I am silk, I am ancient lichen: in the villas of the night, I am the power
      of Zion. I am the teacher & the weather in the light; the preacher & the
      pilgrim, the reaper in his might. I am the soul to you; the dictum & the
      drum, the chuff & chaff of grain, the mitre & the sun. Where I fall to
      earth, I am the gentle rain; the harpstring & the birth, the doctor in the
      brain. Come to me on a weary night, & I shall show you yore: the musket,
      drum & pike, the devil & his shore. I am silk, I am ancient lichen: I am
      silk, I am ancient lichen: I am silk, I am ancient lichen: the power of
      Zion.

...... 

                     PALL WALL 


      Inveigal my territory as if it were sanity, strike at my history as if it
      were air: summon up demons, let music murder me: in the sun's charity, let
      madness flare. Pall walls around me seek to find security: locked in a
      cage, the bird within me sings: inveigal my territory as if it were
      sanity, strike at my history, sever my wings. I never knew the sun of
      Simeon, I never felt the world inside my words: truth is all darkness, an
      artless state of sentience: a nightbird in purdah, my soul denies its
      verve, suffers under murder & buckles into sadness, leprous as a sinner
      whose senses curve. Pall walls around me seek to find security: locked in
      a cage, the bird within me sings: inveigal my territory as if it were
      sanity, strike at my history, sever my wings. As if I ever knew the
      gunshine of moving, as if I ever knew the bullet laid bare: as if I ever
      knew the riflers at my pocket: seldom knowing any, no God on high answers
      by prayers. Pall walls, or is it something close to recusance; something
      close to subvention that makes my soul decry? To search for passion's
      sentence is all & all love's presence: pall walls, or is it fury; more,
      the devil in love's eye? Never finding thunder, just stalking after
      ravens: setting no light to harvest, this song of ether reaps the poor:
      lying backwards in a chamber, seeking moons in wells of night, the life I
      lead is seldom waking, its breastmost way, a cloven spite. Pall walls,
      endless under prism; a prison of spectral torture, the gaoler's hands
      decree: sermoned under lightning, struck dumb by passion's raping,
      entombed in endless blackness, this man of bone deceives. Pall walls
      around me seek to find security: locked inside a cage, the bird within me
      sings: inveigal my territory, strike down my destiny; let go the spires
      that music might win.

...

ANGELS SURROUND ME (a song-sheet)

Angels surround me, i think the lines, they write me,
my mind is light, night shadow all around me
how i hurt and heal, these feelings, elementary
elemental as light, shine beneath my poetry.
 
Pain has my all, haunted, i am man's brother
solitude is where i live, thinking like a mother,
visions petrify, i am the soul within another;
come, let me show you all
let my heart beat out and smother.
 
Southern blow the winds, northerly, my mind
lips as fresh as sin, a lemonade, my spine
perception is my passion, deception's all and all
come, read my mind forever, let love's meadows roll.
 
I am a man with stains upon my heart
passion burned within me, lust, my brother spark
grown in inner city, barred, the life i lead
inventing panes of wisdom, breaking as i wreathe.
 
And i can heal, i can, i am, i sense
the king of wisdom flame as he flies;
by me, the poetry of time defines and never dies
..and i can heal, i can, i am, i sense
the king of wisdom flame as he flies;
by me, the poetry of time defines and never dies.
 
Love created pain, pain is all i find
fortress for a brain, love and lust refined.
touched by mute campaign, pleasure sunders life
invented by disdain, love brings down the knife.
 
You see a poet story, this is mine, is where i live
i dream of days of peaceness, my guardians divined
to cry is my relief, to weep, my heart's glad pin
to suffer is my sanctuary, the chiliad within.
 
Know me, know the love beneath the rain
know the rose, the garden, the angel in my vein
kids smile at my rainbows, pleasure fills their void
coloured are my people, painful with love's joys.
 
A woman's touch, a kiss so strong, tranquillity ordained
this is prosody's insides, a picture on a plane,
and i can heal, i can, i am, i sense
the king of wisdom flame as he flies;
by me, the poetry of time defines and never dies
..and i can heal, i can, i am, i sense
the king of wisdom flame as he flies;
by me, the poetry of time defines and never dies.

....
 

 2 TO TOMORROW
      2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow - fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow. 2 to
      tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow - rend the sorrow, shend the sorrow. the sun is
      booming eastern,i t bears no place for hero dreams - best greet the summer
      western, or else live on in herod's screams. don't tell me of your
      peacedom, nor ravel with the whores. 2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow - go
      greet your child outdoors. the world is growing ancient, baby - do not
      live for none - the world is growing ancient, lady -  no time for orison.
      they hand u bags of silver, they lend u bags of gold - best greet the
      morning sun, best get out before you're old. 2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow
      - fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow. 2 to tomorrow - rend the sorrow, do
      not follow. loved the end - always did - loved the end since we were kids.
      lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah. get out of town, make
      things good - get out this goddamned town.

      BURNING WORLD
      thralway,hallway -  gold,gold - thralway, crawlway - burning gold. the sun
      is real, is wealer-deal - thralway, hallway - molten gold - the sun,the
      moon,the mill of love, the sun, the moon, the blasted bud - thralway,
      hallway - gold, gold, -thralway,crawl way - burning gold - old, the moon,
      cold, the way, furled, the womb, gold, the way. thralway,hallway - gold,
      gold - thralway, crawlway - burning world.

 

      GOODBYE, NO THANK-YOU


      goodbye, no thank-you, I can make it alone
      goodbye, no thank-you, sun is worn to the bone
      goodbye, no thank-you, I can make it alone
      sidewalk stone, sidewalk stone
      the moon is real and the sun behind
      I do not  care for the men in the mind
      I cannot listen and I cannot pray
      Lady, stray; do not stay
      goodbye, no thank-you, I can make alone
      goodbye, no thank-you, sun is worn to the bone
      goodbye, no thank-you, I can make it alone
      sidewalk stone, sidewalk stone
      the summer moves and the moon divides
      no time for peace that deifies
      I cannot listen and I cannot pray
      Lady, stray; stray today.
      goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye -
      no time left to ask me why -
      goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
      this is the last goodbye.

      MYSTIC BLOOD
      sought the summer in the sun, nor any place for golden ones; sought the
      summer in the sun, sought the summer in the sun - bought it all, turned it
      over, suffered under, suffered older - sought the summer in the sun,
      sought the summer in the sun. give me light, lend me more, give me night,
      rend some more, give me none, lend me more, open up that silver door.
      sought the summer in the sun, nor any place for golden ones, sought the
      summer in the rain, nor any place for deus brain - see the  wasteland in
      the moon chant the words of deus doom - sought the summer in the sun,
      sought the summer in the sun. give me light, lend me none, give me night,
      rend me some, give me none, lend me more, open up that silver door. is
      this the world that I once held or is it more the summer's meld or is it
      more the christ of dreams, the place for summer's screams; or counting
      down, is it less a place for love than deus quest - deus quest, deus
      quest, deus quest, deus quest. give me light, lend me none, give me night,
      rend me some, give me none, lend me more, open up that silver door.

      ....    

PICTURE BULIMIA

they say that she's bulimic - well! - that's just a remit, you can tell;
and tho' she eats both thick and thin, you'll never see her down the gym
i've been tryin' to picture you as somethin' more than fattenin' food; but
thru the ages, one thing's sure: picture bulimia will ask for more.
i
heard an obese girl today ask her father for some praise - they say that
she's bulimic, too, but you can tell that's not quite true; and this day
i'll try to be as good with words as i can be - it's picture bulimia, my
friend, that'll carry us unto the end.
i've been tryin' to picture u as
something more than fattenin' food; but through the ages, one thing's
sure: picture bulimia will ask for more. now she's a kind of woman who'll
ingest much more than jesting fools - don't u know, she'll never die, for
dying is for those who cry; and this day i'll try to be as good with words
as dirt can be -
it's picture bulimia, thank god, that'll spare us from the
rod. i've been tryin' to picture u as something more than fattenin' food;
but thru the ages, one thing's sure: picture bulimia will ask for more -
but thru the ages, one thing's sure: picture bulimia will ask for war?

IMAGINE THE WORLD

imagine the world in its finery slippin-n-slidin to a wondrous sea
imagine a lantern in a mountain taking a trail into the trees. imagine the
world in its finery slippin-n-slidin, where marvels spree.
listen and together we shall see just how time shall wander free
listen together and
listen now to the size of the sacred crowd

imagine the world without no
spurt taking a trail to birthless hurt. imagine an earth that knows no
name forever leading shame to flame.
imagine the world without all pain
taking a trail to the summer's stain. listen and together we shall see just
how time shall wander free. listen together and listen now to the size of
the sacred clouds. now its not hard to imagine life - just open your eyes and
sense the knife. now it's not hard to imagine life - just open your eyes
and see J Christ.
listen together and we shall see just how time shall
wander free. listen together and listen now to the size of the sacred shroud

i saw Mnethna watching the wheels?

SUFFERING WITH VIOLENCE by jim bellamy

suffering with violence at the edge of the world, awaiting spanish demons
to fight the girls: suff'ring under scarlight, where the wickedness
relays: suff'ring with violence at the edge of the grave.
crime, u kill me
gladly, and yet all crime is live; as lively as the candy that raids the
hive.
suffering with violence at the edge of heaven's face, waiting for
god's licence to whisk away the mace: suff'ring in the sequence of angels
who abscond: suff'ring in silence at the close of the sun.
crime, u kill me
gladly, and yet all crime is live; as lively as the candy that raids
the hive. suffering with violence at the edge of mars: suff'ring with
volence and its motorcars. crime, u kill me gladly, crime, u turn me
round: crime, u stone this heart aground.
suff'ring with violence both
night and day, suff'ring with violence in every way: suff'ring and
raving, till the suff'ring ends. suff'ring, endless, for ever?

,... 

FREE EARTHS MUST FLOW (after Jim Morrison)

please believe me - if they should ask me - i shall not take to mouth away
their lies. please believe me - if men should need me - i shall not die
for men, i couldn't try. free earths must flow,earths must flow,free
earths must flow and flow again, free earths must flow, earths must flow,
free earths must flow and flow again. please believe me - if men should
need me -i shall not pass away their petty cries.please believe me - if
love should grieve me - the reason for this life would merely die. free
earths must flow, earths must flow, free earths must flow and flow again.
free earths must flow, all births must grow: earths must surely know, or
end.

THE MOON RUN BLIND
the sun, the womb, the moon run blind, the moon, the tomb, the stars
behind. all and all, this precious love, borne on jewels from skeins above
- under, over, inbetween -rocks this heart to mesadene. the sun, the star,
the holy grail; the mystic mentor in the vale. all and all, this precious
dream, endless as the summer's beam - under, over, inbetween, under, over,
inbetween. no more to find the love we knew - no more the winter in the
dew - all and all, inbetween. mesadene, mesadene.

 ... 

THE SHENDED WAY
the shended way, the rended day,
the sun run blind, the moon behind,
the rended day, the shended way,
the sun run blind, the moon behind.
the seed in deed, the womb ahead,
the endless whisper in the head,
the shended way, the rended day,
the rended day, the shended way.
all and all, this summer notion,
stage of towers, this heartless ocean,
serried in the graves of knowing,
warps away the moon in drum,
zero seed, the womb in cancer
storms away the endless dancer,
death disproving, night aside,
shended in its regicide.
the shended way, the rended day,
the sun run blind, the moon behind,
the rended day, the shended way,
the sun run blind, the moon behind.
the seed in deed,the womb ahead,
the endless whisper of the dead,
the shended way, the rended way,
the rended day, the shended way.
all and all, this winter skein,
stage of towers, thes heart in vein,
serried in the graves of knowing,
warps away the moon in bud,
zero seed, the heart in cancer,
storms away the endless answer,
death deriding, christ aside,
wrought in his infanticide.
the shended way, the rended day,
the sun run blind, the moon behind,
the rended day, the shended way,
the sun run blind, the moon behind.
the seed of need, the tomb ahead,
the endless kiss of mother dread,
the shended way, the rended day,
the rended day, the shended way.
all and all, this song in scheme,
warps aside the mesadene,
dark as thunder in the mind,
rended as the autumn's spine.
zero seed, the heart in cancer,
storms away the endless dancer,
light depriving all that's known,
wrought inside the summer stone.
ride the storm, live the storm,
live the storm, raid the dawn,
scythe away the arc of number,
rend away the winter's dream.
deep in death, winter rolls
like a sickness, dead at soul.
ride the storm, live the storm,
live the storm, shend all form.
all and all, this song of loss
warps away the pentecost,
red as rumour in the spine,
rended as the son of crime.
light disproving, all the world
shapes all wisdom in its furl,
dark as tendrils in the rain,
crossed as christ in pain.
ride the storm, raid the dawn,
raid the dawn, storm the morn.
seize the word that lies forever,
rend the human day of pleasure.
all and all, this summer notion,
stage of towers, this heartless day,
broken as the saint of living,
storms aside the sun of grey.
the sun run blind, the moon behind,
the sun run blind, the moon behind,
the sun run blind, the moon behind,
the sun run blind,the sun run blind.
all and all, this graveward river
storms away the star of death,
time misgiven in its quiver,
shendless as the flower of breath.
all all and all, all all and all,
all all and all, all all and all,
all all and all, all all and all,
all all and all, all all and all.

...

2 to tomorrow

2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow; 2 to
tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the goddamn sorrow. go meet the hills, go
meet the rain, go meet the hills, go rape the brain. 2 to tomorrow, 2 to
tomorrow; fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow. 2 to tomorrow, 2 to
tomorrow; fight the goddamn sorrow. i know this girl, she has 4 minds, i
know this girl, i know this world. 2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the
goddamn sorrow. plu-perfect dream, plu-perfect dream; i had this blue,
plu-perfect dream: the sun was red, the neon scene as cruel and cold as
mary's scream. 2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the sorrow, fight the
sorrow. 2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the goddamn sorrow. go meet
your girl in fields of azure green, go meet your girl in fields of azure
green, go meet your girl in fields of azure green; neon scene, neon scene.
2 to tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the sorrow, fight the sorrow. 2 to
tomorrow, 2 to tomorrow; fight the goddamn sorrow. go on a trip, and the
acid heart will seize, go on a trip and greet the red disease. loved the
end, always did, loved the end since we were kids; loved the end since we
turned gay - take this world away.

...


THE MAN IN THE SHROUD (by jim bellamy)

standing on a hill with his head in a cloud, the man in the shroud moves
outside the crowd, and nobody asks him if he's modest or proud. the man in
the shroud, the man in the shroud.

roundabout the world, this turin child
makes sound, and he makes sounds on empty and he makes sound resound, and
nobody cares to question as his vocal blood sings loud. the man in the
shroud, the man in the shroud -
and he never cares to question as his
shrouded ways descry, and he doesn't care to question how his soul lives in
the sky, and nobody thinks to wonder why his metalled mortal wrath lies
riven in the centre of a mettled turin cloth.
the man in the shroud. the
man in the shroud, the man in the shroud. laved God in a cloud?

LEONI MACARONI

leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl full of macaroni. leoni, leoni; i've
just met a girl full of macaroni.
on pasta heels, leoni's world regales
the trees in search for pearls; regales the sun in search for ships;
regales the cum in search for crypts. leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl
full of macaroni.
leoni, leoni; i've just met a girl full of pasta pony
leoni baby, leoni blue, roman empires fellow you. leoni baby, leoni child,
roman empires seal your smile, & where the papist thrones refrain into
roman, caesared veins, down comes time and down goes you, ms. leoni
macaroni blue

leoni, leoni, i've just met a girl full of macaroni
leoni, leoni. i've just met a girl full of pasta pony. leoni, leoni, leoni
macaroni. goog-goog-a-choo. leoni, full of pony
are we lonely?

 ..,...

EV'RYBODY TURNED THE LIGHT DOWN?

Ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rybody please turned the light down
Tom Baker means Sweden
James Joyce dreamed in Germany
Ev'rybody turned the lights down
Ev'rybody please turned the light down
Tom Baker means Holland  O,
Ophelia's a candle

There are films to groan
Films to moan
Films to snare
Cartons to drink from.

Ev'rybody turned the light down
Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Tom Baker is a criptic wasp

If these words seem stupid
Accept your sex is strangled
If your parents must lisp
Please lie with your children

Ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rybody please turned the light down O,
Wet sex is bedimmed

Fielding means Housman
Housman means Auden
Auden means Larkin
Tatlin drank don perignon?

If your teachers are stupid
Please lie for your children
When Ophelia mourns petrol

There are films to moan
Films to groan
Films to snare
Cartons to shrink from

de Mind is too long
de Mind is too long
de Mind is just too goddamned long

If you hear from your parents
Please lie with your children
Stockholm means Tom Baker
Jamieson means Osnaburgh?

Ev'rybody turned the light down
Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rybody please turned the lights down.

There are films to groan
Films to moan
Hamlet was Hamnet
Shakespeare thrilled his children
Ophelia was a buzzing wasp?

Ev'rybody turned the light down
Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rybody please turned the lights down.

Flesh is eaten
And fleshes are children
Bread cabinets burn
And brandies are salved
By the tears in love's eyes

Boards must break
Beds benite
The penises of the hollow moon

If you make no sense
Please accept that you have tried
To poeticise the fields of rhyme

Ev'rybody turned the light down
Please ev'rybody turned the lights down
Ev'rybody please turned the knife down

There are rolex drinks
And milks to drink from
Candles to burn
Bibles to kill

Take the highway west
Take the highway west
To the fields
To the fields
To the Aalu-fields

Ev'rybody turned the light down
Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Tom Baker means Norway
This punk perfect place is shrunken
I frequently used a candle?

Stockholm means bastard
Children live for zero
Scissors and knives lie in Germany
This meagre mood for Herod's lot
Will shadow wrought iron

If your teachers were stupid
Accept your words are polos
Do not devour the cactus-flower?

Ev'rybody turned the light down
Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Dylan Marlais Thomas was the Elohim
James Joyce lived in an expansive tower
Ev'rybody please turned the life down
'ole stalin must have dreamed in Germany?

Ev'rybody turned the light down
Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rybody switched the lights down

now.

..
Copyright © JEDB, 2005

*

ODE TO A BRAVE NEW MAN
 
"He lives in occult city with a yogurt for a wife
and as he does his duty, his weapons pay the price,
and when she needs attention, he sits with thighs apart
and mourns the death of Kennedy
as Lucia breaks apart.
 
His life is put together
by a nymph from MFI; nor does his eye for pleasure
give up the ghost, as screens, sky-high,
sniff cycle-seats in Oxford
that some boney bint left far behind
when shaving their legs for leisure
in the middle of a cystic grind
 
So it is that the vows of giving
bleat blindly at a menstrual wall
and flop in a film of sperm-innings
that shrieks like a pair of balls;
and, as he takes His siesta
from the centre of a school-girl's eye,
he showers like a star in Fiesta
whose wickedness hangs like spies
 
And he lives in occult city with a yogurt for a wife,
and tomorrow he's flying to Paris
with a joker named Jesus Christ?"
 
..
copyright jdb 1998.
...
 

HONEY HILL

On Honey Hill, on Honey Hill, there is a pontiff pushing pills
On Honey Hill, on Honey Hill, there is a vicar signing wills
On Honey Hill, the winds come round today
and rock into the rills of madness on its holiday.

On Honey Hill, on Honey Hill, there is a sailor snorting krill.
On Honey Hill, on Honey Hill, there is a whaler in a mill.
On Honey Hill, the winds come round today
and sparkle like the Marseillaise; cut like diamonds as they run
and learn to fire a golden gun.

On Honey Hill, on Honey Hill, the banker man is very ill.
On Honey Hill, on Honey Hill, the hawk on fire is very still.
On Honey Hill, on Honey Hill, a crucifix comes out to play,
does a turn then runs along into the circus of a song.

On Honey Hill, on Honey Hill, the tigers rule as rivers thrill;
the wind comes up and blows them out;
On Honey Hill today, the girls all shout.
On Honey Hill, this very day, the nectar in a flower relays
a mindless trail of bitter scent
as Santa Claus puts up a tent.

On Honey Hill today the King of Roses must decay
or else spin a little coin of doubt
upon the hills of sylvan louts.
On Honey Hill this very day, the Queen of Posies plays away,
regales though countless timeless swoons
and takes a spaceship to death's moon.

On Honey Hill today the Class of '82 is sprayed
around a flask of concrete nails.
On Honey Hill this very day, the mystery of man conveys
into a palisade of rot, into a timeless sidling cot.

On Honey Hill today a Prince of tidal dust delays
his ashen smiles with roundalays, delays His smiles and says,
'This dream of death must rage and rage,'
as candy castles foam and bay
after mastiff blood from primal caves


On Honey Hill today.
..

copyright jdb 1997.

 ...
 

MAGIC MEMORY

Flowers of pink and red and green fall upon a tangerine;
purple purses burst in flight into the buds of day and night.
In multicoloured flames of rain, privateers vanquish all pain;
and the poppies of the mind
come tumbling like a kissed spine.

Universal miracles scale the trees with madrigals;
burning thunder spirals high and wizardry lies in the sky.
On the hills of scarlet hue, rumbling come the stars of blue;
and the diamonds in the veins spin and spin like wedding trains.

Cellophane in clouds outspread
glistens as it turns its head; fountains spill like paper-cups onto mountains wishing luck.
Up where potions plume and pray, crumbling run the cliffs of clay;
and the metrenomes inside take a maiden for their bride.

Universal miracles shower the way with pinacles, and the earth spires swiftly on into
moody moons of wondrous song.
Stars in heaven flare and flip, and soon the angels rise from crypts;
and the universe itself finds happiness in prayers of stealth.

Childhood dreams shall never end; like a
never-ending friend, childhood dreams shall ever sail like a picture gone to Wales.
Childhood dreams
shall stay with me, like a magic melody, cavvy castlers in blind skies
shall entreat me as mien dies?

o flowers of pink and red and green fall upon a trampoline...

.....
copyright jdb 1999.

....

 

 

MADRAS JACK (a songsheet)
 
sitting on a handshake, waiting for the dawn-break,
spittting like a husband waiting for his wife to cum,
seeing things in starred States, listening for a beefcake;
scrying for red drama where the Kings of Asia thrum.
I am the butcher, I am the baker, I am the satyr, I am the Sun.
I am the butcher, i am the baker, I am Madras Jack de Hun.
 
Slipping through a chorus, riding with the walrus,
dancing on green celulite where the wars were won
spreeing with scum sawdust, dancing for Columbus,
prying for a necktie where Wicca baskets cum.
I am the butcher, I am the baker, i am the satyr I am the Sun
I am the butcher, I am the baker, I am Madras Jack de Lung
 
digging with some sawdust, prying for the womb's cusp
suckling with the sheet-flies where the temples fall like crumbs
snipping Uncle Remus, biding with a dear Miss,
creating phallic crisis, where the manic poor get hung.
I am the butcher, I am the baker, I am the Satyr, I am the Sun
I am the butcher, I am the Shaker, I am Madras Jack the Mum.
 
biting with the cruellest, fighting for bat-nests, acting like an angel
where the human race lies stunned,
battling with the safest, crying like a mistress, striking gay matches,
where the chapel-choirs get bedumbed
I am the butcher, I am the baker, I am the Satyr, I am the Sun
I am the butcher, I am the baker, I am Madras Jack de Hum.
 
Hiking like a Hero, spiking drinks with Nero;
breaking sylvan windows where the widow wankey cums.
counting down to zero, careering from a halo, wearing out the world
I am the butcher, I am the baker, I am the Satyr, I am the Sun.
I am the butcher, I am the baker, I am the devil in sheet-guns.
 
Oh, I am the butcher, I am the baker, I am Madras Jack the Hun
I am, I am, I am the Madras of the Land
I am, I am, I am the Head-rest in de seasand
oooo i am the star-quest
and, made with baby, i squeeze putty from pinnace-guns
and get shot to sheer death; O, i am Madras Jack and i am dumb?
 
*
Copyright jim bellamy 1999.
 
*

**

 

I WAS NOT LOOKING                 more than 101 speed-written lines.


i was not looking while i was not cooking
peering through your parapet-
baby, darling, my eyes get wet
lady startling, blind skies spit death
o the cousins to midafternoon
suffer as lost children kiss mum moon

i was not looking while i was not cooking
leering through a hot sea-slit
baby, darling, carry me aside of grey lip
o, lady barking, caress me as i strip
adown a derry town

and, uhh, as vacant heroes rise for trips
then a canny vagrant sails aside clowns
and circuses in the dark dream of cooing
creatures of day and night,- Inside loving,
i overheard Simeon making mumma cry

i was not looking while i was not cooking
peering through your parapet-
baby, darling, my mind got wet
lady parting, my heart hurt death and
breathless lemon lunacy laces islands
with twining endlessness

Uh Uh Uh....

doctors under hot seed heal nobodady..
directors of thunder seal dusts in bodies
daughters in mumblers dance across hens
and, o, eyes in tundra use penumbras to
serve dictators to insignators
and, laaa, as soft head flows, then truths
must lead deifiers to sea-cagers

i was not looking while i was no cooking
peering through your parapet-
baby, darling, my eyes get wet
lo, lady starling, the sky gets wrecked
and a fuser in a flower
suffers crooked nursing
and a rider far at sea sucks for towers
..
i was never looking
i was forever losing bums to cruising
city-dials
i was never cooking till i burnt smiles;
and men in a quartered hour
hoots for owls when a cuckoo power
seals Man in a mental sundial

O I was never losing mind-times
O I was forever boozing; and vines get
shovelled under operation karma?

i was not looking
i was not cooking, peering thru my parapet
baby, darling, my eyes grew wet
lady starling, my eyes got wrecked
and i see summer mourning a winter sun.

oo i was never looking
oo i was killed by eyes, and god's gun
came shooting herons with three suns
oo i was never looking as i was spun
across gallowers in rented season
and a bodyer of bethlehem uses me
as shadower to naked gems

O i was never looking
O i was never cooking till struck dumb
by fatalists and tawny star-screwing
dawdlers.. And my head is my hands
and, burnt, my Lady listens to Kaplan
O i was never looking
O i was never cooking
while peering through your parapet.

baby, darling, my eyes grow wet
lady starling, my minds get wrecked
and tidal mushers swerve aside sex when
me and mamma mary die for vermin

and i was not looking
and i was not cooking; and gilded hens
sink a kinky sphere under chanticleer
and i was not looking

and, oo, the sex-infantry hears death
and hot death dies alone..

Uh... a demon dragon breathes mire
Uh... a female paragon cuts fire
Uh... a focal mind-talon cuts tyres with
intertwining bathing seas
and i was not looking as i was not
led to the pots found in kitchen-cots
and a naked mind
gets fed to starved times
.
O i was not cooking and i was not
ever sent to fried colognes
but perfume fills my ears as red crops
come whipping deaf pony-bones

the mitching boys in spain define again
a dizzy dilly patchwork,
and easy fatal spies use sex for grain
and easy natal wives use death for rain

uh uh uh yah yah yah

and i was not looking......... THE END..

*

 Copyright JDB 1998.

*

Blue Beginning 


Can you find a blue beginning, can you find a state of sun: in the
thickets of true meaning, can you find the endless one; in the pools of
trendless water, can you bear us moons & stars: can you find a blue
beginning, can you shend the chains of Mars?
Rocky green mountains,
scarlet corbans: in with the Persian womb, light understands; in with the
capitals, the ladies of the lake, upward from endless fire, summer sires
love's shape.
Dug down from metronomes, serried into flame, cut from the
robes of stone, solid in God's frame, like plumes of azure gone glad in
skeins of ore, into blue madrigals, the lion of ages roars.
Winter is
fading; see love assail us: winter is fading, see love comprise: winter is
fading; see love come parading: winter is fading; come see love devise.
Under swirled emperies, into mute tapestries, set beneath fountains, our
blue beginning comes: never shall hatred compose us our charities; never
again shall our darkness drum. Blue beginning, blue century, see how time
loves you; see how the heirs of wisdom smile: come, let love near you,
surmise & revere you:
blue beginning, blue century, let love beat the
wild: blue beginning, blue century, let love beat the wild
o do you dare feed god's child?

.....
Copyright JDB 1999.
....

inveigal my territory (by jim bellamy)


Inveigal my territory as if it were sanity, strike at my history as if it
were air: summon up demons, let music murder me: in the sun's charity, let
madness flare. Pall walls around me seek to find security: locked in a
cage, the bird within me sings: inveigal my territory as if it were
sanity, strike at my history, sever my wings.
I never knew the sun of
Simeon, I never felt the world inside my words: truth is all darkness, an
artless state of sentience: a nightbird in purdah, my soul denies its
verve, suffers under murder & buckles into sadness, leprous as a sinner
whose senses curve.
Pall walls around me seek to find security: locked in
a cage, the bird within me sings: inveigal my territory as if it were
sanity, strike at my history, sever my wings.
As if I ever knew the
gunshine of moving, as if I ever knew the bullet laid bare: as if I ever
knew the riflers at my pocket: seldom knowing any, no God on high answers
my prayers.
Pall walls, or is it something close to recusance; something
close to subvention that makes my soul decry? To search for passion's
sentence is all & all love's presence: pall walls, or is it fury; more,
the devil in love's eye? Never finding thunder, just stalking after
ravens: setting no light to harvest, this song of ether reaps the poor:
lying backwards in a chamber, seeking moons in wells of night, the life I
lead is seldom waking, its breastmost way, a cloven spite.
Pall walls,
endless under prism; a prison of spectral torture, the gaoler's hands
decree: sermoned under lightning, struck dumb by passion's raping,
entombed in endless blackness, this man of bone receives.
Pall walls
around me seek to find security: locked inside a cage, the bird within me
sings: inveigal my territory, strike down my destiny; let go the spires
that music might win.
....

jdb 1999.

....

 

A SYSTEM OF MADNESS (unfinished song-poem)


I once wore a madman's clothes
But now am meek and mild.

The wildness of a mute child
Made my heart sing.

The sadness of the spring
Sprang death from the slain birds sailing.

Today, I walk in the white giant's thigh.
I cry for the moon but the moon is chalk.

I once wore a madman's clothes
But now am meek and mild.

You're getting young, you're getting young
Youth tastes in the mouth.
All rot is sucked away by words.

I sing for the slain birds sailing.
Clocks tick. This Earth is steadied.

Faith. Faith firmly fixed. Faith
Decries or else no faith.

Once I wore a madman's clothes
But now am meek and mild.

This child is full of graves.

We were all catalysts but now
After - well after the big bang -
A lot of us are pissed.
..

Copyright JDB 2005.

...

BABY, WOMAN'S BLESSED (After Carly Simon)
by jim bellamy

& no man reads my letters
No man makes me feel mad for duress
No man does it just like a halfling should
Baby, woman's blessed.

The days that you called me
Whenever you called me
There's some kind of tragedy deep inside
That keeps no man coming
That keeps no man running
How does this woman wield such pride?

And mad woman never reads my letters
Though sometimes I think she should
No man does it better than a woman does
Why does she have to be so good

And no man reads my papers
No man makes me feel mad for duress
No man does it just like a halfling should
Baby, woman's blessed?
Baby. Woman's blessed.

Oh? does anybody want Oz yet?

**

WEB WORD (DR. DEDLY) by jim bellamy

Word of dementia; heard it on the underground: web word summer, sickness
from an undersound: set in gusset bleeding, like a madam madman on the
run; word of dementia, word I hear deny the Son.

World of destruction;
injected it from heroines: web word winter, sensed the sickness coming in:
set in gusset bleeding, like a madam madman burning; word of destruction,
word of madness spurning. Web word, dirt word - Dr. Dedly, hear my song:

dirt word, web word - Dr. Dedly, do some wrong: searching under oil
slicks, with master mucus moons away: web word, dirt word - Dr. Dedly,
hear me pray.

Syringe skin meserschmit, zero halo under skin; as we find
our Onan Christs, failing on, we demean: raping merkin maidens, with U.S.
Kings aside to all, web word, dirt word: Dr. Dedly, hear me fall.

Suffer?
Ever so, dead friend: suffer? why not greet the end; why not make it with
your ID; slit the sun & maim the squid? Why not maim Leviathan, why not
make the sea things come? Suffer? Ever so, dead friend: suffer? why not
greet the end?

Web word, dirt word, Dr. Dedly, hear my song: web word,
dirt word, Dr. Dedly, do some wrong: searching under oil slicks, with
master mucus moons away; web word, dirt word, Dr. Dedly, greet decay.

O-YAY!

 ....

PAN'S CHAMBER

1.

The clock says go
The house says slow
The times will chime
The moon must rise.
The moon must rise
The moon must rise.
Kitchens clamber
Pans glow slick.
In Pan's chamber
Man must trip.
The moon must rise
The moon must rise
The moon must rise
God be my guide
A soul sings soon
From out high noon.
The windows bang.
These houses slam
The moon must rise
The moon must rise
The moon must rise.
God be my guide
Eyes in walls
Do not seek falls
Ears in storms
Define theft's thorns.
The moon must rise
The moon must rise.
God be my guide -
There is no Lord.
The moon must rise.

2.

The night dictates the bright
Death divines the moon
We have rent the flight
Of madness in this room.
The shaker stills the mind
The shaker stills the mind.
The sun is out of sports.
The stars are out of rain.
Spirits fall from heaven.
Sadness sears the vein.
The shaker stills the mind.
The shaker stills the mind.
I saw you standing bare.
Stairs are filled with air.
The shaker stills the mind.
This shaker stills the wynd.
And darkness borne
Will rape the grind
Of men who peer
From out earth's sphere.
Listen & you find
This shaker of the mind.
Listen!

3.

When the clocks turn
And when minds burn 
Inside the rain
And whence men fear
This madness borne
From out the ear -
The sad and dead
Spear theft's moon.
The stars are set
For this life, let
To homes that move
From out dust's skein
The sad are borne
From out rent thorns -
The bad and dead
Spear love's moon.
No time to stop the time
Rhyme spiels home.
No time to stop the time
Nor time to shend moans
Of a child who sings -
Crucifixion, sound?!


4.

I should like to tend the mist
Which glows inside the rended rain
By a sun which glows forever
In the field, this furling song
May never live; thence deify
The tears you cannot ever cry
The christian is here to reign
As milky dealings steel the brain
Of men who dance for ever on
Beneath the gipsy heather.

The ships of time lie wailing.
Bards divine this song.
Shent crucifix, walk!

uh

..
. copyright jdb 1999.

.....

EYES OF WROUGHT DEVISE


eyes of wrought devise, eyes that swim the tides, eyes that never care,
eyes that blind with prayer; eyes in summer moons, eyes in summer moons
eyes, eyes that despair, eyes, eyes have no heir.

music, take my sun away,
music, let my people play, music, let mad eyes now see, music, come, let
madness be. eyes, these are the LA dunes, eyes, these are the scarlet
rooms, eyes, these are the sonar flares; eyes, these are the eyes of air;

eyes, eyes that seldom do, eyes, eyes that break on thru, eyes, eyes that
live to kill; eyes, eyes that seldom thrill. music, take my sun away,
music, let my peeple play, music, let mad eyes now see, music, come, let
madness be. eyes on empty, eyes on fire, eyes on empty, eyes of wire, eyes
on empty, eyes of pain, eyes on empty, eyes of rain - i have seen the

summer dream rape away the eyes in scheme - eyes on empty, eyes of fire,
eyes on empty, eyes of wire. music, take my sun away, music, let my peeple
play, music, let mad eyes now see, music, come, let blindness be.

until we have built our golden empery, until we have built the lamb of
god, until we have tilled the lands of plenty, time and tide shall shake
its rod.

until we have built our iron empire, until we wharved the jesus
mind, unti we have tilled the lands of sapphire, time and time shall shake
and grind.
until we have built, made madness over, have ripped away the
mooning ram, time and tide shall thral thrice over, endless as the Son of
Man. Until, as in the lakes of fearing, until, until all peace is whole;
until we have tilled the lands revering, time and tide shall have no soul.

in the forging grails of israel, in the fires of bethlehem, come, let
heroes burn their haloes - let the prince of heaven reign! christ, the
lamb of forward moving, christ, the lamb of grooving blood; christ, the
lamb of hapless healing; christ is wharven in the bud.
until we have built
our golden empire, until we have made a place for peace, until, until this
earth is entire, no man shall lay upon god's fleece.

....Copyright JDB 2000.

 ...

FUN FER ALL?!!

Funferal, funferal, i must know the funferal; must rave and rage, where
death above cleaves aside all love. the funeral, the funferal, the
funeral, the fun. the funeral, the funferal, the funferal, the sun.
funferal, funferal, i must know the funferal; must rage and rave, where
death above cleaves aside all love. funeral, funferal, funeral, funferal,
funeral, funferal. fun for fucking all. funferal.
Lennon's poems are full of portmanteaus.


Hey! what to chair whorlds de-sauntered and tubed, heavy or
shrew-pusselled sorts of rebuke, should I take to render rondure-blarney
rip address? I have wiled cowled clamours, disnatived my abuse: on
heckle-high pins of death, time has seen me barmy. Just subject, I am
tusion's king; all and nothing, all and one. time, time, time, tryme,
time, time, tryme. Hey! what to chair whorlds, de-sauntered and tubed,
heavy or shrew-pusselled sorts of rebuke, should I take to render
rondure-blarney rip address? Much have we mothered the still conceived,
much have we fathered the thrill-relieved; rondure-blarney, rip address,
rondure-blarney, rip-eye dress. to bear such a whorld as ours, to bear
such a whorld as ours! what to do for the mourning blues; what to do for
the mornin'? chaired whorlds, chaired whorlds; time, time, time, tryme.
chaired whorlds, chaired whorlds; time, tryme, crime. HEY!?

EH?! gather dayta, tape, slyde, microwfeesh - WHY?!
ambition sure must come right low to ponder on such fardels! to think
we rely on this word knots the plantedge over!!! Vegetate, vegetate,
vege, vegetrait. Belief, no logic, is sick-pressed, belief, no logic,
is sick-pressed, belief, no logic, is sick-pressed; belief, belief, is
sick-pressed! EH?! gather dayta, tape, slyde, fillm, microwfeesh -
rare fevers press the button, rare fevers billd this world! ambition
sure must come right low to history man to death!! Vegetate, vegetate,
vege, vegetrait! EH?!


'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves/did gyre and gimble in the wabe;/all
mimsy were the borogroves,/and the mome raths outgrabe.'

....

Copyright JDB 1992

...

CAN'T SEE YOUR CHILD (Rewrite of Jim Morrison's I Can't See
Your Face) by jim bellamy

I can't see your child in my mind; sundressed, my eyes are so blind, that I
can't seize the child in my gaze - all children depose as they rave.
I can't see your child in my mind; gunpressed, my eyes are cosines; I can't
seize the child in my soul - all children depose as they fold?

Come
metis hearts, come sing the lines - I can't see your child in my mind -
set fire on water, let petrol tears define;- I can't see your child in my
mind.
From out dark arts, the ark of God departs; from out serried
tombs, the ark of god's rheum, under sigma sickness, buries as it booms
I can't see your child, can't seize the infant wild; I can't see your
child in my mind.

Don't, don't you die, please, babe, please don't die, &
don't look at me with your lies; I can't see your child in my mind, I
can't see your child in my mind - & I shall meet you here when blue love has
disappeared; I can't see your child in my mind, I can't seize god's mean smile?

i can't seem to find the right life
i can't seem to find the right life:
instant moany junkeys cum sink the syringed knife
i can't seem to find the right life

and i'll still be here when slipped skyships fill my tears,
and i won't need your pictures
until
god's painted lover dies...

...

copyright jdb 2001.

...

GLOBAL PUMPKIN 1

the radio, the rodeo says, magic, magic karma. the rodeo, the radio says,
magic, magic karma. global pumpkin, spectral stiltskin, global pumpkin,
rectal munchkin. the radio, the rodeo says, magic, magic karma. the rodeo,
the radio says, magic, magic karma. the children in the sea-house say,
magic, magic karma. the women in the tree-house say, magic, magic
karma.the radio, the rodeo says, magic, magic karma. the rodeo, the radio,
says magick, magick mantra. global pumpkin, spectral stiltskin, global
pumpin, rectal munchkin. playing my piano in an off-hand key, i see no
geniis other than me. magic, magic karma, magick, magick mantra. magick,
magick mantra, magic, magic karma. the rodeo, the radio, the never-ending
playdio, says magic, magic, magic, magic, magic, magic karma. (see those
boys on the hill, they suffer no eastern will; best to get inside & deal
in regicide....)

she said she was leaving town, said she was boneward bound. the star is
car americana, the car is scar americana. do not know her name, guess
death's just the same. said she was leaving town, said she was boneward
bound. do not give a kiss for gold, do not see a dreamer told. said she
was leaving town, said she was boneward bound. the star is car americana,
the car is scar americana. star on the hill, explosive black, rend me
summer from love's shack, seize the temple under root, never live till
blood is brute. she said she was leaving town, said that death was
howlaround. said she was leaving town, said she was leaving town. the star
is car americana, the car is scar americana. said she was leaving town,
said she was leaving town, said she was leaving town, eggshell bleeding
all around..

..

jdb 1999.

GOODBYE?

& now that it's all over, now my soul is purified, into space I shake my
mace & leave behind the blind. now purity has summoned me & freed me from
my pains, into the waves of heaven's sea, my life can cede again. goodbye
to anna friel, goodbye to norma baker, who left their onanistic deal on
every impure acre. goodbye to anna friel, goodbye to geri halliwell - now
i am free to feel, i sentence thee to hell. & now that it's all over, now
that my days are clean, into the face of heaven's race, i'll step with
purest schemes. now my mind no more contests this virgin stage with
whores, through thunder's gate, i learn to take my sensate means no more.
goodbye to anna friel, goodbye to norma baker, who left their onanistic
deal on every impure acre. goodbye to anna friel, goodbye to geri
halliwell - now i am free to feel, i sentence thee to hell. goodbye to
twisted images, goodbye to fisted themes, farewell to twisted pillages of
fisted neckless queens; goodbye, no-one shall miss you, goodbye, no child
shall care. goodbye to onan's issue, goodbye to lust contrare. goodbye to
norma baker, goodbye to geri halliwell, goodbye to anna friel, man's never
felt so well. goodbye to woman rapists & the feature film outdoors.
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye - i could not love no more.

....

jdb 2000.

...

 

THE SIRES OF MUSIC (a lyrical response to Jimi Hendrix' great poem 'The Wind Cries Mary')


in the times that break apart, from spire to skinbone, rhyme, who is all
and all the slave to the eagle in the mind, (where goes the angled knock
of seered and serried graves), in the oceans of the heart, the sires of
music, raves.

and should the angels drop from hireling heaven down; (or
should the shining crop ot corn and capeseed drown), then there would be
no rhyme except the light that shifts, and the sires of music, lopped,
would spiral from the pith.

not for the shroud or flame of biblebook or
flower, on the spindrift wires ot time & the motions in a tower, (for the
stations of the breath & the seashores in a spine), whereby the seasons
drift, the sires of music chime. & should the angels drop from hireling
heaven down; (or should the shining crop of corn & capeseed drown), then
there would be no rhyme except the light which shifts, & the sires of
music, lopped, would spiral from the pith.

fed-up with contusions, fed-up with the shame; fed-up with saint peter &
his pearly gates of flame: a tapestry was woven, a tapestry of fear: in &
out the cyclones, christ whispers in our ear...
i cannot make it here, i have no stone to own: this earth of mutineers is ever bleached at bone. i
cannot make it here with god's rondalay; the world is minus Sun. there's
nothing more to say. Lal-lal-lee-lah-lah; lal-lal-lee-lah-lah;
lal-lal-lee-lah-lah; lal-lal-lahhhh.

after all the sacks are filled with horses and the shrouds have all gone
to thread, u can hear sweet mary sweeping and jesus breaking his bread
a tomb is eerily creeping along the fleeces of red life; somewhere a mare is
sleeping; somewhere, a moon has no christ;
and the wind is filled with
horses, and the wind is filled with horses.

the camplights, they turn
green with sorrow and dream a sentinel for all to dread. the wards of
mallow, they wail off from the scene, for the christ that is plays dead
and the wind is filled with horses, and the wind is filled with horses.

will the Stars ever resemble the token gear they've blown in a life? and with a
rush, a roll and a reason, they whisper, low are the teachers' knives. and
the wind is filled with horses, and the wind is filled with horses, and
the wind is filled with horses, and the wind is filled with horses.

......ooo everybody look to the bodied whirwind...ooooo, everybody scream?
.....ooo everybody vanish to god's island
ooo everybody sunder love's sirens
and, as ashen raiders romantise the rain, may evil daemons ream
dust from dizzy american eyes
, ooo everybody stare at hot cold thin air

Uhhh hereby i espy a mind inside a high chair climbing after hair
and odes to ogres may well writhe
....ooo everybody look to the hooded whirlwind..ooooo, everybody scream

FOREVERMORE!!

*
jdb 2000

*.....

EVERYONE LOOK TO THE WHIRLWIND?

she's a real secondhand girl, spastic in her secondhand world, making
secondhand chocolates for secondhand spies - stop now, girl, and wonder
why. making secondhand chocolates for secondhand guys, making secondhand
chocolates for thirdhand eyes - stop now, girl, and wonder why, stop now,
girl, and reap the lies. secondhand girl, thirdhand world, secondhand
world, furled under furl, secondhand sinner, secondhand woman, secondhand
girl; a death in coming. she's a real secondhand girl, spastic in her
secondhand world, making secondhand chocolates for secondhand spies - stop
now, girl, and wonder why.

i met a boy at turn of vein, he had two minds, he had two brains - two
creatures, wrought in milton lobes - i met a boy at turn of toad. i met a
boy, yet nothing more - a boy of leers and dreaming scores. i met a boy, a
key-ho-hey, i met a boy at change of day. confessed in birth, this earth
is mad, duressed in curse, this earth is sad. i met a boy, he had two
brains; two-brained boy, two-brained boy. i met a boy, he had two brains;
two-brained boy, two-brained boy.

this is a crucified crusade - come together, join together - born in
shells and born in blade, we go forever. see the bearers meet for pleasure
- come together, join together - born in tides of festive ether, we go on
forever. this is a crucified crusade - come together, join together - born
in cells and born in jade - come together, join together - born in shells
and born in blade, we go on forever. as the scanners strip the heavens, we
go on to feast unleaven, as the scanners strip the sky, we go on to mystic
high; as the scanners break the summer, we go on to cryptic number, as the
scanners live to ruse, we go on to mystic noose. this is a crucified
crusade - come together, join together - born in shells and born of
leather, we go on forever. born in shells and born of leather, christ must
reap the tom-tit feather.

now i've found this birth is sound & the rivers scale the trees, i won't
choose to be profound, but shall dement to please. now i have made a
birthday blaze & the easter sea is sailing, i won't choose to be profound,
but shall dement through failing. i have found the endless earth, i have
found the hunter's worth, i have found the sea of summer, i have found the
petrol thunder. i won't choose to be profound, less this birth is
howlaround. i won't choose to be profound, but shall dement to please. now
i've found this birth is sound, now i've found this earth is round, now
i've found, now i've found, now i've found this birth is sound.

everybody look to the air, everybody rise from their chair; everybody, see
it coming - the whirlwind, the whirlwind. this is the whirlwind; no man's
skin blinds away where children sin. this is the whirlwind, this is the
whirlwind, this is the endless whirlwind. something's going on round here,
what it is is just not clear - we must reap the moon today, less the
whirlwind pass away. everybody look to the air, everybody rise from their
chair; everbody, see it coming - the whirlwind, the whirlwind

get enticed by the sleeping whirlwind....
tonight .... ? !!!!!! AMEN AMEN AMEN..   get hanged by mental moonlight tonight

Ohh  Ohh tutter tut tut luid pepper... eyenes under mango-fever

Ohh Ohh tutter tut tut lucid leper...  eyed eynes sunder quango scissor

amen amen   .. gone swift, the liquid days fawns to liquid life.   END.....

 ......

jdb 2001

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BAD BOYS                                   more than 120 speed-written lines


Bad boys, pistols and plums,
Makes me feel like a kid on the run
Bad boys, pistols and ploves,
Makes my heart seem like the heart of a rose
Mad men, rendering screams,
Hereby rock the livid dead and, oo,
Bad men feed from anemones
And wide lips pucker after dudes, oo.

Bad boys, pistols and plums
Bad boys, pistols and guns
Make my heart feel for chewing-gum

Laaaa
Laaaa Oh Hahhh
Laaaa Lo Uhhhhhh.

And i have used a poppy field
To strangle pain with emperies
And i have noosed nude fates with
Easy funeral pigs
Agh, a lightning mind-rig uses reels
To damage Love's bandaged weal

Bad boys, pistols and plums,
Makes me fee like a kid on the run
Bad boy, crystals and brogues,
Makes my heart feed on soft lobes
And, oo, old holistic men use drums
To scurry across blinded eardrums

Bad boys, pistols and plumes
Bad boys, pistols and rooms
Makes God seem lost under cum-dunes

Laaaa
Laaaa
Laaaa Oh Huh Huh Huh
oooooooooooooooooooo

The sun is rocked today
The moon is stopped this day
The mountains fall today
O a spook on a wall dies this day
For infant ghosts
O sleek girl-hosts gleam as praise
Damages veins with pigeon-plaids.

Bad boys, pistols and plums
Makes my heart appear sex-hung
Bad days, pistols and ploves,
Makes my spirit shine inside lungs
And a female ferine christ
Has to marry screens to lice

ohh a naked butcher bakes meat
ohh a naked bridler sucks wheat
And, as rain men depart, then sleep
Deifies mien with petrol peeks
And, at last, bad children reap a
Killer's crowned gold canary

Uh Uh Uh
EH? EH? EH?

Bad boys, pistols and plums
Bad boys, pastels and rogues
And eyes slide down raided glass
And minds slide down fatal grass

AMEN..AMEN..AMEN

This is the sordid end of women
This is the torrid dreamer's lunge
This is the florid gem that stuns
Video Digital voices with sirens
And a bad man born to blades
Has limbs that swim the Moon
Ahhh, madam child Lysander
Uses Rhodes for Venice
And, ashen, bellmen use varnish
To paint a flamingo island

AMEN..AMEN..AMEN..

Bad boys, pistols and plums,
Makes my heart seize dead cum
Bad boys, pistols and ploves,
Makes my heart beat for troves
And lady Andromeda interfuses
Ideal Hectors with laden juice
And, oo, a damsel in dun distress
Sings of murdered Mount Aborra
.,.
This world is shaped from rats
This earth gets raped
And, idolised, a river under bats
Brutalises spind skin and road-cats

Bad boys, pistols and ploves,
Makes my baby wail as she roves
Deeply down a feline smile,-
Bad boys, pistols and pogues,
Makes my history breakdown..
And when unicorn evils speat clowns
Then meddlers of man-eaters
Will vanish under minotaurs; Oh.

Cocoas fed to old Chanel will
ooze from a knickerbox;- Hills crown
Zion under iron lyon-drills
And babbling bad boys drinks stilled
Vaginal waters; and easy crocks thrill
After fixed flowed fuckers
La La: once upon this mind, sad lovers
Gave geesy jives to fingerers
..
Bad boys, pistols and plums,
Makes my soul touch mums where
Addlers of foals don crapped tears
And tears fall just like salt rocks
And fear crawls
And spheres call aside water-clocks

Ohh Ohh Ohh Laaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I stole a rose-mind from easy Lot
I rolled a crow-spine across Rot
And I know that my time has come to
Sunder sullen sons with bad boys

coo-coo-cudgel-coo
shoo-shoot-marvel-moo

THE END. THE END. THE END.

..

jdb 1993.

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BAD BOYS TAKE 2                           more than 100 speed-written lines

Bad boys, pistols and ploves
Makes my heart seem the heart of a rose
Bad days, peoples in plays
Serenade the sides of yesterdays
Bad boys, pistols and ploves,
Bad days, riders of graves must
Issue burns to breadcrusts.

Bad boys, pistols and ploves
Bad boys, death under crows
Comes crashing
Down, down
And, oo, itemisers of shows
Forces madam Iris to down
Eyes and ears: And in towns
A bald budder breaksdown

And down, down, down
Goes the bad boys
And down, down, down
Go the sad boys
Uhhh

Bad boys, pistols and ploves
Makes my heart seem the heart of a rose
Bad days, women and slaves
Always seem now to get in the way
And my mind gets bad
And my cellves use drag
To taunt a wanky sex

And down, down, down
Goes the bad boys
And down, down, down
Go the mad boys whose sounds
Get sharpened into loins
And easy easter-eaters use groynes
To storm a sex-bastille
Ohhh
Ohhh
Ohhh..

Bad boys, pistols and crows
Makes my heart seem the heart of a rose
Bad gals, pissers and snows
Make my head spin aside a ramrose
And disease aside weed
Gets gassed with blinded frets
And dummy brides aside sleeves
Get gassed with wedded shipwrecks

And down, down, down
Goes the bad boys
And down, down, down
Go the questers after mind-mounds
And we use lips for fevers
And we use sugary fast fingers
And a vinegar slant
Washes mills inside a pepper-plant
Ahhhhh

The whirling words of Gods must
Extemporise dummy sons; and dust
Will fly behind steeples
And, laa, a naked eyeful strikes peoples
From logo police and bully lusts;
And, once below a head,
Tossed flamingos went to bed
And i espy Hero wetting her floor-bed?

The daddy moon must
Surrender cocoons to lunar dived breads
And summery starred winters
Curry capons with idiot luncheon pitchers
And a tiny apron-child gets
Rammed across lips and dolly-wrecks
And a mummy mouth
Surrounds all cellves in clothes
And we sear a tooth to a throat
And we appear killed??

Bad boys, pistols and plums
Makes my heart seem the eye of the sun
Bad girls, pistols and ploves
Makes my heart seem the mind of a rose
And duos under marshed men
Scatter coves across blonde gems when
Dazzle-deniers dream about dressers.
..
Bad boys, pistols and ploves
Bad girls, whistlers and crows....
Bad boys, bad toys, sad sex-shows..

ooo i realise the sides of a sideshow
And naked mamma mary
Uses guns for death's lost canary
And wetted cabby boy-ladies
Drag stools across dirtying boobies

La La La
O-La..... buttery bisons bag daddies
And crowded natal gardens
Get fed to shaved stone
La La La
O-la... mentalis has gone to stone
All wide wives with pelted pig-bone
.
Oo, bad boys, pistols and plums
Oo, bad joys, eagles and nuns
OOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOO

THE END..

*
Copyright JDB 1993

*

SAVIOUR SONG?

'Out of the wind he came, like one who'd come from the water's womb; alone
& bleeding he lay, like one who'd wandered into doom.
Breaking a crust of
bread as if hope were all a Christian lay, he took his boat of fishes &
did not turn away.

Out of the sun he stormed, like one who'd come from a
baptised dawn; alone & bleeding he raved, like one who'd risen from an
ashen grave. Sharing a goblet of scarlet wine, as if he were born to save
the day, he took his boat of fishes & did not turn away

& now in shrouds
he lies, & now in tombs of doubt, he wails: through swollen, tearless
eyes, his past contests his raging Grail, & people laugh as he lies still,
& people laugh as he bites dust: a saviour in the midst of a thrill:
society's symbol of righteousness...'

...

jdb 1989

...

SWEET CHILD


reap now, sweet child, my rooms are spare,
whose scarce horizons cry you clear,
of strangest sermons; reap these years,
sweet child, whose eyes I mould.

In open mouths, these caverns spark
caves of canine devils; barks
strip of them, blind interludes,
vulture gullies, cloven hooves.

reap now, sweet child, o, sweet child, reap,
these babbling years; my rooms are neat,
whose scarlet ruled horizons cry
you clear of strangest sermons; DIE!

or reap & spear me, mother, child,
whose eyes are rolling cold
in the open mouths; the cavern ducts,
where the boy in man blows old.

reap now, sweet child, reap now, & spear
these idylls; reap, my girl, since I,
am blind with you, your bark, your stare,
who mould of me this cloven lie.

...

jdb 1992.

...

BLUE SCORE...

bore my scars & blew my soul last museday; i've got no-one to burn. bore
my scars & blew my mind last fuseday; i've got no-one to spurn. say the
world was real, say the world once lived? what then but spieller-deal,
what then but the living dead? bore my scars & blew my soul last museday;
i've got no-one to burn. bore my scars & blew my mind last cruiseday; i've
got no-one to spurn. say the world once cared, say the earth once span?
what then but spieller's lair, what then but hanging man? bore my scars &
bust my eye last museday; i've got no-one to love. bore my scars & blew my
brain last fuseday; i've got no noah's dove. say the world once sang, say
the earth once bloomed? what then but spieller's band, what then but
plated womb? bore it all, saw nobody changing; couldn't give a damn for
any. bore it all, saw my birth deranging; couldn't give a damn for mary.
say you once all gave, say you once all moved; say you once all gave, say
the earth once grooved. say it thrice over, say it seven under, say it
thrice it over, rape away the thunder.. say it once mattered how the child
was maimed to lie, say it once mattered how christ was born to die. say
the world once lived against its hatred, say this earth once toppled while
abated. don't give me funkey blues, don't give me green suede shoes. bore
my scars, drove ten cars, saw all brains disgarded. bore my scars, drove
ten cars, saw all veins accosted. the endless dream is the eggshell
thinker, the endless dream is the egg-yolk spinster. don't give me bible
news, don't rend me semite law, don't give me bible dues, just shend away
the doors. don't give me eyes on empty, don't lend me pistol wax, don't
give me eyes on empty, just rend me judas flax. take the flex, wind it
round, pierce the neck, maim the sound. bore my scars, bore it all too
many times. bore it all, broke my neck & smashed my spine.

..

jdb 1999.

....

BLACK TIE MASQUERADE (after alanis morissette' 'Ironic')

"a young girl, she turned 28, made a life in movies & learned to be raped.
it's a black tie in its masquerade, it's an endless whisper, digging for the grave.
a young child, he turned 51, made a life in movies & came with his son.
it's a black tie in its masquerade, its an endless whisper, digging for the stage.
it's like pain, pain in every way, it's like pain, pain from day to day.
a clown of duty, his heart stormed smack; as much as he lived, he screamed on his back
a doctor of dreaming, his heart stormed grey;
as much as he lived, he learned to be gay.

it's a black tie in its masquerade, its an endless whisper, digging for the stage.
it's a zillion solid hours with a brown-art for devise, it's a cockerel on the shoulder,
trapped in red disguise.

it's like pain, pain in every way. it's like pain, pain from day to day.
it's a black tie, a strangler's state of
slick, it's a black tie, a wrangler's nine-inch pick, it's a black tie,
a black tie masquerade; though we hope to fuck forever, none of us is saved.

it's like pain, pain in every way, it's like pain, pain from day to day,
it's like pain, as dark as racist killings:
it's like pain, & neural pain has no
forgiving?"

...

jdb 2000

...

a touch of the precambrian? (a cantata)


Men and youth and a sodden market must
Sell dills to sweet green dusts,
O, as sin and puke suck a flava, then lust
Must lay a chaser with a tusked
Scissor seasand.
Mental stunned summer cuts hot whores
,, scented deaf father weds sluts to scored
Hanged halved heels,
And, sss, as a dog on a reel barks for wheels,
Then spatial summertimes
Will rock for god’s milk ward?

There are sunderers under pooled plaster
Which, rammed, race riders into mother
And the coastal case when
Candlers cut stasis from children
Spits on wrought iron sea men
Ohhh.
Men and youths and a sullen carpet must
Lever lays from pills and sea cusps,
And, sss, when a bull inside lust
Builds cold cocks from caved sea slaughter
Then slain sea turds
Track a tawny trade and souled birds
Build cracks from laughter
` ehhh?
Here there is a small head under midnight
That, whirled, does a dizzy doll inside light’s
Naked sun
,,
Bled boars bride loss to severing sea guns,
Wet walls ride a cross,
And paned pullers plead after love’s lungs,
And wolves know hyper lungs?
Zzzzzz.
Precambrian colours cascade where
Homo habilis raises salt prayer
And we rip dunes from salty air,
O do we dine on pubic flare?
O how now does the keen sun move
Inside a Precambrian sullen sex groove?
.,.?!!..
Ahhhh MIEN!!!!!!
This day, a febrile faceless fakir
Lines bulbs with impossible nailed
Bowed beds and flipped feathers
And we will live to chant forever?
Chosen footprints will always fall,
.frozen flashed frills always crawl
After dillies and princesses
Ohhhh
My sunny dunny darling
drilling body
Sunders like a blue town
And we sleep where baby
Drives against the sea’s saline
Naked swathing blue bobby
..
Uh
La-
THE END?
*
The tidy suns of fled star fire
Ram a river down a hose -O
And slithering side men slam funeral spires
And gods and snipped booze
Drowns where drink swirls beers
Lo, an impassionate slithered seer
Vans stars under crows
Ssss
The Ledas of the come and killed
Claim spires from cut rain, and fey hills
Fall
Sss
*
Where a doddered sex dial
Hangs phones from wrung smiles, then
Closed men must farm after
Blown bees and country laughter
Ss a hot hired hedon under fever
Crams curls, and eyed city clavers
Curse bombs with dirt and drivers

Chicken empires must eat egged women
, bickering sea fires
Rend dirt from liars.
*
As an angel in the moon
Laps locks and teased tunes, then lunar dunes
Slap bollocks where wounds
Wind down, down,
Lo
And men and macadam melt for tarry madams
And, ssss,
We will assault a mean sun
, ss eyes under cunt salts drink from a city
And new American minds spend pennies in a gun,
And nude napes nip
Beds and bunnies
Uhh
inside a tripped false vein, I enter a silk lip
because of death, I will render death from
spades and spiders:
THE END.
*
Aa a thwacking desolate spade cuts lipped rain
Then, under sex capes, a rider of a roman sea train
Ravels into minds
` and a bled boss of the dead and dimed
Cuts soured sleep from delved wine
Sss
The carnivals of bled killers
Sweat for dazzlers, and binders under scissors
Cut napes from razors
… zzzz
Sundering under blazers, a bald bitten girl
Drops clay from
Soils, and eyes unfound will swirl
Ghosts and monkeys…
/
*
Lo I suck a torched guitar
Ss o as a bald bed bends
Then rivers in cigars must
Send dogs to sung sleep

Outside swung meat, cobra coda
Strips belled bone from
Stung kilns and Allah
Sss
Lo, I sup a drenched river
. nude and naked nuptials under peat
Dig desolate dreamers
And life seems in love with the nightly dreamers..
*
Mashed maskers melt for
Canes and whipped war, ss- when once pigs roar
Then xmas and easter will suffer for
Pies and whores
as mashed masked millers score a sea of wards, then grey ghosts
use inky primers under
nipped nudies
….
When once pulled pillared pealed popes
Shoot wild raped pony ropes
Then ideal faces must
Prise bells from fish baits and salt lusts…
Wide seizing slain sky
Slides from out gods and sainted dick dried
Bulled butters…
*
Jacked by the ladies, a male fakir sucks
Latrines and nails
And, bronxed, as red rabies raises grey fucks
Then trickling tigons in shroudsails
Sea-hangs hordes where billy braille
Cuts genius from blank eyes
Ssss
Jazzed by the babies, a boy biller
Bags combed lunged laced trillers
And saucer fuelled by killer
Drain dusts from teas and trippers
Ahhh
Coned keen city angels
Lay doll-waste to gigs and gables
And, snippering, mental nudes and navels
Lash Madam to macadam and Naples

Fat ghosts under glued doggy dimples
Shoot cunt colour…
*
The guilty giddy side of gold heaven
Lams fierce tides where lost hissing sex ravens
Grab for fists and gardens
O
When once pools of fear fade, then red raised garlands
Seal sex within
Deep and passionate love winds
And the guilty dizzy wives of keen gold minds
Meld milky ash with grey gods and blued salt skin
Ssss
Ashes under rashes call for god’s lost name
,., flashes under hashes smoke for christ’s surname
But burning bled embers
Ignite beds and killers
And we intend to stand inside a false town,
And, lo, we attend false lands as blue green sea clowns
Curry carried wheels
Zzzzz
Molten books of hours swirl verses inside flowers
, chidden rook of bowers
Raise curled hearses
And we will send kids to sleep
And selves and men will trumpet meat
….
When once a poet tree tears buds from heat, then
Stoned men pinion
Luminous spires and cathedrals
And, laced by treason, we chop the fat
And we must search the trees for pushed cats
….
Ahh.
Vast closures in bled veins
Chill stains in acid…
*
and a fazing bellstar will stir
raided deaths and pianos, then bled curs
must walk god to death
sss when once a city in a deck
dodders after cemeteries and mean sex
then blonde bobbing becks
sea-hang
balls and summits—
lo
as hot hired wives sweat for candy cigarettes
then blabbed burst sex war
divines salt blood-, Lah
although we dwell inside veined God
.although we swell outside veiled sods
We will find the pearly way when
Cold snowers interfuse
Dobs and dashes
.,
Codas summon nude wild heaven
And men must believe now?
*..
DIRT LOVE IS OUR SAVIOUR?
Cloning sex riders will stone a bad fast boy,
O, under a kelpie, we will whip toys with
Mascara and rainbows
Sssss under a shroud sail, men and figgy kids
Suck skirts from quince,
And, laden, a severing sea squint slays slashed pigs
O.
Cloning sex drivers will stone a bad glue-crib,
And, la, as eerie earth men deride
Waxed hands and shorn screwed kids,
Then grinding gashed spades will rise
From out colostomies, agers, and cold disguise
,,
. arctic monkeys shovel
Flints and penny puddles
Ah active money shoves after green hovels
And, lashed to ladles, we must swim where lies
Cut wide wives from
Salt silks and lilac sea guns.
**
Aladdin plays the field
, paladin pushes asses into robed seals
And, here, there is a dyed void
And out boys will sweat inside a void
And we shall dig for fat fingers
And we will drain molls from mongrel rivers.
.
.. --.a keen riddling seat of gas must sever
Satanic sex leathers
And the coded men who sweat for mama
Must rot for god’s sakes,
And we lay tyres with dragged caped
Robes and reeled
Salty kinema
Lo-
We will ravel into mines Oh,
sex will slaver after roped minds,
And dirt love is our saviour? See Less See Less

FINITO!!

ESCALIER 2 (re. The Door's 'The End')   more than 135 speed-written lines.

 


Here come the solemn brontes we always watched them come and their mad eyes always glared
And they read 'Bibliobus'??!!

This state is unkind, do not read my mind This state is unkind, do not think again
No time to fear the mortal sun No time to watch the falling rain
This state is unkind, do not think again The madness of sin strangles with pain
The softness of lies and deaths hereafter Injected with stars, this city of shame
Sodomises fields, filled with grain.

The brontes were bibliophiles The brontes were bibliophiles I saw the gorgons standing where
The classroom screamed with laughter.

Driver, touch this steering-wheel Driver, touch this steering-wheel Do not taunt nor steal
Do not taunt nor steal I saw the classroom scream with laughter
The son of man lies half-stoned where Mankind takes a long vacation
And characters of sand lie near The glassy eyes of the staffroom.

The green-line bus calls us The green-line bus calls us
The Brontes were bibliophiles Their students read Escalier
I saw death's classroom scream with deadly laughter.

The mind awoke, with a shake, And taunted death then strangled pain I see there is a rolex-drink
Worn on the wrists of mad children And children have no mind-thoughts
And their teachers are insane Waiting for the renal brain-drain.

The brontes were bibliophiles Their students read Escalier I saw the gorgons standing where
The classroom screamed with laughter The mind is just too goddamn good
The mind is just too goddamn good The brontes were bibliophiles James Joyce lived in a Martello Tower?!!

This state is unkind, do not read my mind This state is unkind, do not think again
I'll never see into the eyes of the insane I'll never see into the eyes of the arcane and i say, once again,
That the brontes were bibliophiles
And death's Students read Escalier
I saw the classroom scream with laughter OO i saw the glassrooms shrill for lady easy Fathers

Do not read my mind - instead, kill me.
Do not read my spine - instead, fill me with cobra crones and curried sugar-chromes
Do not dare heed de Time - instead, wash a wallet under sloanes and take a camera for a groan..

Ev'rybody turned the light down Ev'rybody please turned the light down: Tom Baker
Means Sweden Ehh? Did James Joyce lived in Germany or did Virgina rule god's book-makers?
Ev'rybody turned the lights down
Ev'rybody please turned the goddamned Light down Ohhh:
Tom Baker means Holland: Ophelia holds a holllow candle

There are films to groan Films to moan Films to snare Cartons to drink from
There are kilns to stone Files to hone with canny fanny-thumbs
There are films to own Dreams to loan Films to share macadam and bones
..

Ev'rybody turned the light down Please every single babby turned the light down
Tom Baker is a triptych wasp; Jamieson means 'Osnaburgh'?...

If these words seem stupid Accept your sex is strangled If your parents lisp
Please lie with the devil's emptied children

Ev'rybody turned the light down Ev'rybody please turned the light down
Wet sex is dimmed.
Fielding means Housman Housman means H Auden means Phil Larkin; Ohm!
Red Tatlin drank don perignon;
If your teachers are stupid Please lie for your children
If grey preachers seem rancid, then go cry after crazy cats and evil chickens.

There are films to moan Films to groan Films to snare Cartoons to shrink from.
Mind is too long Mind is too long Mind is just too goddamned long.
If you hear from your parents Please lie with your children
Stockholm means Tom Baker Jamieson means Osnaburgh.
Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rybody please turned the light down.
There are films to groan Films to moan Hamlet was Hamnet
Shakespeare thrilled his children Ophelia was a buzzing wasp.
Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rybody please turned the light down.

Flesh is eaten And fleshes are children Bread cabins burn
And brandies are salved By the tears in love's eyes.
Boards must break Beds benite The penis of the hollow moon.
If you make no sense Please accept that you have tried
To poeticise the fields of rhyme
Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rbody please turned the light down.
There are rolex drinks And milks to drink from
Candles to burn Bibles to kill.
Take the highway west Take the highway west To the fields
To the fields
To the Aalu-fields.

Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Tom Baker means Norway This perfect place is shrunken.
I frequently used a candle.

Stockholm means bastard Children live for zero Scissors and knives die in Germany.
The easter foods for xmas rot: Ides Will shadow wrought iron
If your teachers were stupid Accept your words are polos
Do not devour the lotus-flower.

Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Dylan Marlais Thomas was the Elohim James Joyce lived in an expansive tower
Ev'rybody please turned the light down.

The zero deed, the shuttle need, The eunuch seed spurts from shaved shoe-leather
Ev'rybody turned the light down Please ev'rybody turned the light down
Ev'rybody please switch the light off

Here and Now!!!

...
copyright jdb 2001.

...

BLUE SCORE
 
bore my scars & blew my soul last museday; i've got no-one to burn. bore
my scars & blew my mind last fuseday; i've got no-one to spurn. say the
world was real, say the world once lived? what then but spieller-deal,
what then but the living dead? bore my scars & blew my soul last museday;
i've got no-one to burn. bore my scars & blew my mind last cruiseday; i've
got no-one to spurn. say the world once cared, say the earth once span?
what then but spieller's lair, what then but hanging man? bore my scars &
bust my eye last museday; i've got no-one to love. bore my scars & blew my
brain last fuseday; i've got no noah's dove. say the world once sang, say
the earth once bloomed? what then but spieller's band, what then but
plated womb? bore it all, saw nobody changing; couldn't give a damn for
any. bore it all, saw my birth deranging; couldn't give a damn for mary.
say you once all gave, say you once all moved; say you once all gave, say
the earth once grooved. say it thrice over, say it seven under, say it
thrice it over, rape away the thunder.. say it once mattered how the child
was maimed to lie, say it once mattered how christ was born to die. say
the world once lived against its hatred, say this earth once toppled while
abated. don't give me funkey blues, don't give me green suede shoes. bore
my scars, drove ten cars, saw all brains disgarded. bore my scars, drove
ten cars, saw all veins accosted. the endless dream is the eggshell
thinker, the endless dream is the egg-yolk spinster. don't give me bible
news, don't rend me semite law, don't give me bible dues, just shend away
the doors. don't give me eyes on empty, don't lend me pistol wax, don't
give me eyes on empty, just rend me judas flax. take the flex, wind it
round, pierce the neck, maim the sound. bore my scars, bore it all too
many times. bore it all, broke my neck & smashed my spine.
 
siege to seed to seed to siege to snood to cruise to cn news, to zen to
wren to dirty den to doctor rock to peter pock. water-wheel one to
water-wheel two, i am the one who opened you, water-wheel one to
water-wheel men, i am the one who opened pen. water-wheel opus to
rot-spiel crocus, i am the one who opened locus. siege to seed to seed to
siege to snood to cruise to cn news. siege to seed to seed to siege to
snood to cruise to cn blues. dna is wicked gay, wicked gay is john 'o'
grey, john 'o' grey is global munchkin, global munchkin's orbital pumpkin.
water-wheel pentagram, slaughter-wheel centogram, siege to seed to cn
blues to seed to siege to doctor who's. i love baby, she gets lady, i love
lady, she strokes sadie. goldie is a roll-up, roll-up is a siege seed
truce. water-wheel opus to daughter-wheel crocus to siege to seed to cn
shoes. mary, mary quite contrary, how does your spindle glow; with
knicker-lips & crotchet trips. siege to seed to cn snows. television,
sputnik lover, television, merchant brother. barclays, starkeys, dr
starksky; siege to seed to cn jews. jewel, fuel, petrol, petrol,
water-wheel, spastic plastic. water-wheel to crap on a fan. siege to seed
to judas man. give us the highways & i'll give you the byways - bylines,
bylines, bylines, bylines. goodbye, monroe, your life was on show. siege
to seed to siege seed row. cn news, cn blues, cn snood, cn rood. saw it
all over, now's the time for clover. the sweet is the best, let's go west.
Edvarde grundy, edvarde sundae - ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream,
ice-cream. on the farm, the metal girl drinks a quart of barley whirl.
edvarde grundy, edvarde sundae - ice-cream, ice-cream, woman. see the boy,
see the paper - edvarde grundy, edvarde sundae. see the boy, see man
friday - edvarde grundy, edvarde sundae. combine harvest, red-tent leer,
cup 'o' petrol, red-neck ear. ice-cream, ice-cream, naughty dream,
ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream. take me on your flight, corporal balloon,
take me on your flight, master masturbloom. this is the earth, this is the
ticker-tape - edvarde grundy, clobber-cape. ice-cream, ice-cream,
ice-cream, ice-cream - i came, i swore, i came again. edvarde grundy -
sundae rain. down, down, down, down, going down, mistress sound, going
down. going down to ale-house forty, going down, going down. edvarde
grundy, mrs. mundee - ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream. lovely
rita, meter tweeter - ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream.
centrefold madam, make me gladden, give me hot, give me cold. edvarde
grundy, edvarde sundae - ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream. saw
the walrus, stitched a stitch, did some knitting; clickety-click.
traffic-light, yellow to yellow, why so sad, why use bellows? edvarde
grundy, edvarde sundae - clickety-klaxon, clickety-klaxon. ice-cream
comes, ice-cream goes, ice-cream sews, ice-cream sews. i don't suppose you
want to know the contents of my long-stemmed rose? ice-cream, ice-cream,
endless ice-cream, endless, endless ice-cream.
 
peter pan, mary anne - dig the summer, dig the summer. mary anne, thomas
mann - dig the summer, dig the summer. hear the thunder thrumming in,
shend the seed, let time win. peter pan, mary anne, mary pan, thomas mann
- dig the summer, dig the summer, dig this endless number. summer sun, why
so fast? summer moon, why so fast? summer conscience, why now over? summer
seance, time grows older. peter pan, mary anne - dig the summer, dig the
summer. mary anne, thomas mann - dig this endless number. dig the eye of
endless empty, dig the lie, let in love's sentry. thomas mann, mary anne,
mary anne, petrov scam - dig the summer, dig the summer, dig the endless
summer. come, dig the summer, dig the summer, dig the trendless thunder.
class hetero, class hetero; half the world's class hetero. picture scout,
picture scout, don't need no mind to knock me out. class hetero, class
hetero; half the world's class hetero. class hetero, class hetero; half
the world's class hetero. picture me this, do not let love rend, picture
me this, do not let life end. half the earth's class hetero, the summer
moon, a phaposian surprise. class hetero,class hetero; half the sun's
class hetero. gay deviser, grey compriser, what for love whose ways grow
green? give me picture, give me fixture; never let this life grow mean.
class hetero, class hetero; half this world's class hetero. shend the
chain, let man build, never tame the hetero will. time on its side, time
under fire, time on it's side; magnetos in the tide. give me the way it
was, don't poison me with vision. lend me woman's image, don't give me
cellevision. class hetero, class hetero; all the world's class hetero.
don't give me afgay, don't give me aftawoman, just give me picture come,
just give me death's cousin. magnetos in the underpass, class hetero,
class hetero. magnetos for the underclass, class hetero, class hetero. all
need a picture hessien to shape this earth with birth, all need a picture
hessien to solve the crime of worth. all the world's class hetero, half
the sun's afgay. give me class forever; never let man pass away.
 
i'm moving out to the other side, (with a spiritual bride, with a
spiritual bride). i'm moving out to the other side, (with a spiritual
bride, with a spiritual bride). pain is pain & pain will out; the other
side must writhe & rout; the other side must fall like rain upon the
insane brain. i'm moving out to the other side, (with a spiritual bride,
with a spiritual bride). i'm moving out to the other side, (with a
spiritual bride, with a spiritual bride). pain is pain & pain will out;
the other side must writhe & rout; the other side must fall like rain upon
the insane brain. the other side, the other side, the other side, the
other side?
 
1.
the clock, the watch, the oil on water, the clock, the crotch, this summer
daughter. inside the sun, within the moon, the clock, the watch, the
strike of doom. the clock, the watch, the oil on water, the clock, the
crotch, this narrow slaughter. inside the sun, within the womb, the
clock, the watch, the chiming tomb. the clock, the watch, the oil on
water, the clock, the crotch, this flower of mortar.
 
2. the stitch, the kitch, this endless stabbing, the kitch, the itch, this
phasing razing. inside the sun, inside the moon, the stitch, the kitch,
this endless room. the stitch, the kitch, this endless season, the kvetch,
the etch, this sickled reason. inside the sun, inside the moon, the stich,
the kitch, this trendless bloom. the stitch, the kitch, this narrrow
slaughter, the kitch, the itch, this thamesward daughter, the kvetch, the
etch, the cockney strait, the kitch, the itch, this ritual rape.
 
3.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
 
*
Copyright jdb 2001.
 
*
GLOBAL PUMPKIN 2
 
all in the thunderful sun, don't need to know no-one. all in the
thunderful sun, don't need to bang a drum. see it all around the moon, see
it all in the only one. all in the thunderful sun, all in the thunderful
sun. son of woman, son of christ, do not wear me with your heist. son of
jacob, son of jonah, do not bear me death's coronar. all in the thunderful
sun, don't need to know no-one. all in the thunderful sun, all in the
thunderful sun. give me children, dig it deep, give me children, do not
weep. all in the thunderful sun, all in the thunderful sun. got some news
from lovely rita, seems like meter's going sweeter. all in the thunderful
sun, don't need to know no-one. lovely baker, lovely butcher, bare canary,
semen suture. seen it all in the blues of the world - don't need a man to
see things told. all in the thunderful sun, all in the thunderful sun -
don't need to know no-one - all in the thunderful sun.
 
the radio, the rodeo says, magic, magic karma. the rodeo, the radio says,
magic, magic karma. global pumpkin, spectral stiltskin, global pumpkin,
rectal munchkin. the radio, the rodeo says, magic, magic karma. the rodeo,
the radio says, magic, magic karma. the children in the sea-house say,
magic, magic karma. the women in the tree-house say, magic, magic
karma.the radio, the rodeo says, magic, magic karma. the rodeo, the radio,
says magick, magick mantra. global pumpkin, spectral stiltskin, global
pumpin, rectal munchkin. playing my piano in an off-hand key, i see no
geniis other than me. magic, magic karma, magick, magick mantra. magick,
magick mantra, magic, magic karma. the rodeo, the radio, the never-ending
playdio, says magic, magic, magic, magic, magic, magic karma. (see those
boys on the hill, they suffer no eastern will; best to get inside & deal
in regicide....)
 
she said she was leaving town, said she was boneward bound. the star is
car americana, the car is scar americana. do not know her name, guess
death's just the same. said she was leaving town, said she was boneward
bound. do not give a kiss for gold, do not see a dreamer told. said she
was leaving town, said she was boneward bound. the star is car americana,
the car is scar americana. star on the hill, explosive black, rend me
summer from love's shack, seize the temple under root, never live till
blood is brute. she said she was leaving town, said that death was
howlaround. said she was leaving town, said she was leaving town. the star
is car americana, the car is scar americana. said she was leaving town,
said she was leaving town, said she was leaving town, eggshell bleeding
all around.
 
& now that it's all over, now my soul is purified, into space I shake my
mace & leave behind the blind. now purity has summoned me & freed me from
my pains, into the waves of heaven's sea, my life can cede again. goodbye
to anna friel, goodbye to norma baker, who left their onanistic deal on
every impure acre. goodbye to anna friel, goodbye to geri halliwell - now
i am free to feel, i sentence thee to hell. & now that it's all over, now
that my days are clean, into the face of heaven's race, i'll step with
purest schemes. now my mind no more contests this virgin stage with
whores, through thunder's gate, i learn to take my sensate means no more.
goodbye to anna friel, goodbye to norma baker, who left their onanistic
deal on every impure acre. goodbye to anna friel, goodbye to geri
halliwell - now i am free to feel, i sentence thee to hell. goodbye to
twisted images, goodbye to fisted themes, farewell to twisted pillages of
fisted neckless queens; goodbye, no-one shall miss you, goodbye, no child
shall care. goodbye to onan's issue, goodbye to lust contrare. goodbye to
norma baker, goodbye to geri halliwell, goodbye to anna friel, man's never
felt so well. goodbye to woman rapists & the feature film outdoors.
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye - i could not love no more,-
 
ooo- everything here is a black-tie masquerade.
 
 
.. Copyright JDB 1999
 
**

'NURSES OF SADNESS' (a cantata)

...
nurses of sadness try to heal bruised lies
o a box of deadliness snips grabbers
& a beam of wilfulness mocks flown fathers
.
once aside of us, where a star-lit leader
rode on Leda's back,
then we swanned after xmas...o, fevers
wash sex down when old male craps
cook dirtied rolled potato
..
nurses of sadness vie for killes where
rites reap a radio from idle sea-stairs
.
o
*
the widening bedders of a mucking mane
rot where lions burn
o, a tree of iron yawns after fens & pain
pomades dolls wth fathers
^& i shall jack my fathers?
slaim boats spring towns ahh- we rain
down, down, down
& fossils of mermen will always drown.
yeah
*
eyes issue blind tissues
.. hands fear rams & coded red nudes
wash three hot hands
o eyes issue blind tissues
wivers of radios turn a Digital drip
deeply down where riddles
rock for swung sense
ah
easy cuddlers carry pain where lips
run dry..
*
four heads fall as we weep after
cabinet halls
o five devs fall as we sleep under
citied gold brawls
ahh
night-strokes bang in blue lumbers
oh a tree of green times
trips for thunder
ahh
ghost men with sea hands sunder
all gods & all rings...
*
the trippers of the hill-trilled sing for
slain silence
o a slitter of a hot ring must score
pain-painted violence
& a sea of guns shoots a sex-store
/
when once we murder eyes then
will shall supper for starved hens
& gemeralds of fear
must rock and roll where tears
ignite candlers
..
too keen to die, alone, saviours
must sweat for siren gods
& we drug a fat fire & we layer
rude rulers of cliffs & curved sods
eh/
*
leaders of balsa wood don loud fevers
o,. fathers of eagled blood
sweat for a miscarriage
o, & we rise from wheat as marriage
separates curd from whey
where we turn to day, then we stray
deeply down inside a cage of stayed
boncy gold graves
..
leaders of balsa wood axe red knees
& a bine of flava bloods faceless steeds
to mare-high pony plays
& we have horse-statues in our heads
& we have mule-suede shoes under beds
..
where we turn to grieve, then we lay
hot rocky sirens.
*
osiris under horus ingests apex flowers
o, eaten fathers
fawn to tv powers & a bone of sin
swings for razors
& we sing for sunny feather-dimmed
birdy boxed blayers..
osiris under old dust worships winds
& a vast cat's soul
taunts her holy mold with spind
scissor grass
...
leaders of a balsa blade bed-wine
& we scutter for true comb-kind
/
.O
*
jinglers of deus drip dreams of a dunny world's
intensive bay of creams
la a bod of Zeus nips a screen & wild pearls
swing, swing
ahhh
i have suppered for nude thieves.. & kings
napper after mined trees.
..
once again, friends, where we jump hymns
then we rage for brigades of dolly gyms
& we learn about a face where bled bees
slapper a bedded dancer....Oh, we will see
odes to anal canals made cold as girls
& we will stun christs & we shall unfurl
bodying bruisy carpets where rugging dweebs
dollar for bones & dried scissory
slashers of rats & canine mirror-seed.
....
jinglers of deus drop deans under Loss
& mnethna's daughters drool on the Cross
& a dude of winters heats a sun's bossed
sandle-fire
...
we have come to understand nothing
. ahh we have cum inside love's thrumming
& a bed of wights lights up fay thumbings
.,.
Endless men shake when emptiness ends
dolled up with grease & papery dead friends.
./.
*
o as we linger under swallow-spits then we raise high
the masses of lifeless sea-spies
-& a road of runes counts the devil's beat as lies
loll inside a spleened tongue
..
once aside the dead, we overtook a car's eye
o, as we burned love's sea then we swarmed sky
& a baited shipper has no good mien, &, la, dives
dollop a ginger squat upon a nest of lungs
..
o as we linger under willow, then we sear gums
& we chomp as we chew
& we supper for lips where red-headed guns
shoot aside a brassic nude...
lemurs lap a layer of loss as a baker's snoods
snapper for nice mean slides
& we leap away from cheesy cunt-cries
& we watch swirls sweeping under rude
body aces...

*
On a sea of mites i tottered under milks
o aside eye-whites, where i span, silks
softened my world with a pyramid...Ilks
held my headpiece way up high as felts
dammed a dolly heel with glassy sea-pelts
..
once upon my mind, i swam for devils
la, la, i am love's grind & i swig hovelled
green greased glasses
. & whittering washes ram fairy idols
^& ideal odals of Americans cap rivals with
a walrus lantern & a beetle-suit..
.
when juicy ivories worship emperies then
keen heated ebonies sing for god's men, Ahhh
once upon lopped swine, i overheard Mamma
spoon-easing raping hearts to holy DaDa
..
On a sea of mites, i teetered under hilts
o aside spired tights, i harnesses red kilts
& i will always sun-love a celtic sea-tilt
ehh..
the cabbies in a cave are working near us
& we, pled for age, have to pay for dust
& we lean against a tragic bone-fire...Tusks
shoot god's elephant
& we swig from a sea-rant
& we kick lungs....
once inside a wolf, a bomb of winter slants
against a sperm-scrammmed bud of plants
& eyes ride to the right
& eyes ride to the left
& we are left to own the waxer's theft
& we are lent to deaths loaned cunt..
i heap my hairs up high when gold junk
spunks up, up, up... Ahhhhh
we are the whales we knew...Old monk
melts within a pan of pulley wind &
we cook a false dinner for a blue scar
..
eyes in eyes ease a tree of glass
into red macadam. I will heed glass..
eyes in eyes will sadden
easy boys with pearly tears... Masks
must city-shroud a ben of fears as fasts
find anorexic gods made thin as masts
/./
On a sea of mites, i remembered when
lippy had smeared coats upon children
& we wove a dammy damsel when hens
donned full-frontal music.

As fullsome music has hens
cracking at an egg-wind, then
bad boys must taper for stereo ostroegen.
la lahh uhh unhh unhh oooo
do we taste rain as she calls
ooo do we do a crab for balls
....?/
the sun is out of times when
all blue egits fill winter-men,.
END..END.. we chatter as we bend...
yeah...yeah..yeah... amen?!!!
*

Copyright Jim Bellamy 2019

*

        • DEAD BABY, OPEN YOUR EYES
           
          imagine the world in its finery slippin-n-slidin to a wondrous sea.
          imagine a lantern in a mountain taking a trail into the trees. imagine the
          world in its finery slippin-n-slidin, where marvels spree.
          listen and together we shall see just how time shall wander free
          listen together and
          listen now to the size of the sacred crowd.
          imagine the world without no
          spurt taking a trail to birthless hurt. imagine an earth that knows no
          name forever leading shame to flame.
          imagine the world without all pain
          taking a trail to the summer's stain. listen and together we shall see just
          how time shall wander free. listen together and listen now to the size of
          the sacred clouds. now its not hard to imagine life - just open your eyes and
          sense the knife. now it's not hard to imagine life - just open your eyes
          and seize J Christ.
          listen together and we shall see just how time shall
          wander free. listen together and listen now to the size of the sacred shroud
          i used life's friend?
          suffering with violence at the edge of the world, awaiting spanish demons
          to fight the girls: suff'ring under scarlight, where the wickedness
          relays: suff'ring with violence at the edge of the grave.
          crime, u kill me
          gladly, and yet all crime is live; as lively as the candy that raids the
          hive.
          suffering with violence at the edge of heaven's face, waiting for
          god's licence to whisk away the mace: suff'ring in the sequence of angels
          who abscond: suff'ring in silence at the close of the sun.
          crime, u kill me
          gladly, and yet all crime is live; as lively as the candy that raids
          the hive. suffering with violence at the edge of mars: suff'ring with
          volence and its motorcars. crime, u kill me gladly, crime, u turn me
          round: crime, u stone this heart aground.
          suff'ring with violence both
          night and day, suff'ring with violence in every way: suff'ring and
          raving, till the suff'ring ends. suff'ring, endless, for ever?
          once there was a way to be so golden: easy was the way for time to
          open.now it's easy to believe, now it's easy to tease: baby, you're never
          coming home.
          once there was a way to be all-knowing: easy was the way to
          pray; all-glowing. now the idol is received and we've nothing to conceive:
          baby, you're never coming home.
          easy was the way to be emboldened: easy
          was the night that made us golden. now the rite has turned away and we're
          living in delay: baby, we're never coming home. baby, we're never coming
          home.
          dead baby, open your eyes?
          the sun, the womb, the moon run blind, the moon, the tomb, the stars
          behind. all and all, this precious love, borne on jewels from skeins above
          - under, over, inbetween -rocks this heart to mesadene. the sun, the star,
          the holy grail; the mystic mentor in the vale. all and all, this precious
          dream, endless as the summer's beam - under, over, inbetween, under, over,
          inbetween. no more to find the love we knew - no more the winter in the
          dew - all and all, inbetween. mesadene, mesadene.
          i sup the drink, i turn it back, i sup the drink, i fade to black, i fade
          to black, i tread the track: i sup the drink, i sup the drink. i sup the
          drink, the night is blue, i sup the drink, i break on thru: i sup the sun,
          i drown the rain, i revel in my starless pain; and when the world has come to give
          too many men to starless bids, the rest shall dream, the moon
          shall flume; the darkest way shall fail forever. sup the drink, fade to
          black, sup the drink, tread the track: greet me in the streets of azure,
          endless in your wicked leisure. sup the drink, drown the moon, sup the
          drink, storm the tomb: too many men, too many men, all too many men. the
          day shall dawn and life shall rise, red inside its bright disguise, and
          when the sun has come to die, the night shall stream from tearless eyes.
          the night shall stream from tearless tides?...
          dead baby, open your eyes....farewell bye-bye?
          ...
          Copyright JDB 2000
          ...
           

          NEVER MIND! (after The Door's 'The End')  more than 81 speed-written lines


          This is my mind. Do not be unkind. This is my mind, this you will find
          That every word I've said is sane. No need to fear the fallen rain
          No woman here may purge my pain
          I'll never see into mad eyes again
          Can you see what you have done by working for the healing sun?
          My mind is filled with strange refrains - no need to say sad words again,
          No safety in disguise again. The words I speak are taught by hollow men
          Who reign on stars estranged from earth by the yellow scars of birth
          The moon is white and far away. No need for thoughts that do not pray
          This paraclete is untouched by Medusa's foreplay.
          No need to know the words we say nor hold our hands in strange display -
          The world still spins, from day to day
          Can you feature in the films about the sun's conquest
          Of sadness on the rise from the murdered tameless West?
          Walt Whitman said 'go west'. Walt Whitman said 'go west'
          Do not fear the words of the hunter in her carmine vest
          Ride my mind, ride my mind - do not seem unkind and
          Ride my mind, baby. Do not rape the blind and
          Ride my mind, baby. The mind is cold and its sin is manifold
          Ride the mind, ride the mind - do not kill the blind and
          Ride my mind, baby
          The killer he awoke before the dawn and then he rode the thoughts of gloom
          And then he rode the halls of wicked Spain
          Then he looked around and he saw god's son
          He said - " Jesus, you are crucified one billion times You must go blind!
          There is no vacant room here for your feinted painted reign!"
          Lost in the mind, with things we cannot feel, and all the things we do must
          break right through:
          All the things we do must break right through - why hear the shallow schemes men
          prove?
          The snakehead is calling us, the snakehead is calling us
          Athena rides the thoughts we played when we were young
          And Hera speaks about the women girls have laid
          No safety in disguise again
          I'll never look into your serpent eyes again
          This is my mind. Do not be unkind. This is my mind, this you will find
          That every word I've said is sane. No need to fear the wailing brain
          Man's mind is filled with strange refrains.
          I'll never find a way to seize this mind from day.
          The snakehead is calling us, the snakehead is calling us
          Estella, where you sharing us?
          No need for safety in disguise. God's mind goes wide?
          The mind is the best the mind is the best
          Walt Whitman told us all to take the highway west.
          Driver, touch the wheel
          Driver, touch the wheel -
          Do not taunt or steal?
          The snakehead is calling us, the snakehead is calling us
          Medusa, tell us, why do you catch the rural bus?
          Driver, touch the wheel, driver, touch the wheel
          Do not taunt or steal
          This is my mind. Don't be unkind. This is my mind, This you will find -
          That every word I've said is sane. No need to fear the failing brain
          No safety nor surprise again
          I'll never look in to mad eyes again
          The snakehead is calling us, the snakehead is calling us
          Medusa, tell us, why do you take the rural bus?
          Rural Bus, Rural Bus -
          Do not trust the words mankind has driven into dust.
          Rural Bus Rural Bus -
          Driver, drive this school-room in to words men trust.
          Rural Bus, Rural Bus -
          Drugged drugged drugged drugged by twelve blue eyes,
          Worthless words spit from the serpent skies
          School-bus School-bus School-bus -
          Estella, meet us at the back of the classroom
          Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck
          THRILL THRILL THRILL THRILL THRILL
          This is my mind. Don't be unkind. This is my mind, this you will find
          That every word I've said is sane. No need to fear glad words again
          Desperately in need of some mad preacher's game
          I'll never look into mad eyes again
          This is my mind. Do not be unkind. This is my mind no safety in disguise again
          No need to fear mad words again
          This is my mind Do not be unkind but
          Kill me!!!

          uh.

          *
          Copyright © JEDB, 1991

          *

          A NIGHTMARE?

          ONCE upon a time, I dreamed in a nightmare
          Of a world of eyes and a world of flairs
          There, where the leaves fell madly from the trees,
          I sensed eyes heave into madness and despair
          And here there were eyes that slithered in black;
          And here there were eyes that danced at the back,
          And where time roistered and blew quite away,
          My memories were foistered in the eyes of decay
          And, o, what a world was here constrained
          In the eyes of the spheres and their ravaging rains
          Ah, what a wasteland was here seen,
          Where the eyes of the world slid down into a dream.
          As if from a cloud or some loud shroud of sleaze,
          Here flittered eyeless demons and heretic, eyeless screams.
          Looking down far into the eyes of pain,
          I sensed my vision van and crash inside wet grain.

                              This man who fears no shade of dark
                              Nor any death inside its dart
                         Must come to shear away the bright
                         And rape Abandon with foresight.
                         These verses, shorn of manna's shape,
                         Must madden as the dawn's decline
                         Rends away all happy dreams
                         And shears away the light's recline.

                        Eyes in eyes that know no route to the maiden at its root
          Of the sun inside her murder, must disclaim a mystic murder.
          Twice the times that make us live must proclaim the singer false,
          And the witness to death's rills must disclaim a narrow pulse.
          Eyes in eyes that know no route to the maiden at the heart
          Of the moon inside her rage, must disclaim the veils of art.
          Twice the times that make us vie with the atoms of the dead
          Must proclaim all living cruel as the sentry in god's head.

          Of night the poet's nightmare lives a cimmerian grove of gloves;
          Gloves on parried hands of heat that rend away death's throttled meat.
          This crashing noise inside god's brain decries the sickness in the veins,
          And eyes must know the route to cite each turning christ of deus night
              As love that lives for aimless lust lists the shutters in the dust,
              Breaking doves with violet skeins, wrought inside their daisy chains.
          Twice the winter in the hand swipes away the Judas lambs
          And the scorning of death's mind severs off a maiden wynd.

                         A wasp within the dome of theft stings the creature in the lobes,
                      Warping nooses from the drifts of the cretin in a rose.

                  Twice the world is born today from the arcs of roundalays:
                  Twice the hedon, twice the blast, of love's preacher under glass.
                  And the birth of Judas man must condemn the Jesus clan,
                  Reigning where all frozen fearing slights the Word inside its searing.
                  Twice the world is born today from the arcs of roundalays:
                  Twice the hedon, twice the blast, of the spheres inside their flask.

          The poet's nightmare ends with fuck and cracks a phallic yearning,
          Shended darkly where love's luck flights the dawn in spurning.
          Twice the moon inside the vein warps away a singer's gain-
          Thus this earth is all-absolving, co-created in its rolling!
                    Do not proclaim the rivers false
                    Where the rocking lightning grows
                    Nor bark away the flocking pulse
                    Where death's winter thunder glows.

          The poet's nightmare ends with truth that cracks a ferris at its root
          And cuts the chords of kingdom come, shended as death's orizon...    

                sweats. eyes, first coptic of the rock that wrecks. eyes, as endless as
                the hunter's suffrage. eyes, as endless as the neon meadows. eyes, this
                girl gathers shells for her furies. eyes, this girl farms the shores for
                truth. eyes, no man is the endless sickle sentry. eyes - underhouse, the
                fire's uncouth. LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! LAMERICA! fist the fusion,
                make her scream. LAMERICA! the serpent dream. LA Child, LA Wild, LA Wild,
                LA Child. the home is burning, let the winter come. the home is burning,
                let the madness come. the home is burning, as wicked as the sea. the home
                is burning - let sulphur be. the home is burning, as trendless as the
                dawn. LA Wild, LA Child - no more peace, just form...

               ***..

          UNDERGRADUATES UNDERGROUND (after Kit and the Widow)

          Travelling on the Bakerloo, (catching trains in the rain),
          Sidling onwards, two by two, (it’s madness underground).
          There goes one man with a beard, there a girl in beaded gear,
          (in dirtied sweaters they appear). Undergraduates underground.

          Smoking whacky substances, (smoking in urinal pits),
          With burnt on hair, they pit their wits
          With the city sounds,
          Subjugated, easy brains, intercity student veins, (haversacks
          Of cheapskate pain). Undergraduates underground.

          There goes one with bags of time, (shooting-up, he’s refined),
          Here’s another oozing slime, (a charlatan defamed).
          Men with books and broken spines, (wafer thin, empty minds),
          Mobile menaces in rhyme. Undergraduates underground.

          Late at night they come from pubs, (puking up, praised by God),
          From the buildings on the hill, (learning places, always ill),
          They exude their student will,
          Pissed as farts, cold as nails, (drowning in a glass of ale),
          Roundabouted, going stale. Undergraduates underground.

          They confess to one night stands, (eaten up, condoms bang),
          And they drive in broken cars, (beaten up, axles jar).
          Though they be our futures now, (ageless kids, Golden Boughs),
          They begin the end of power. Undergraduates underground.

          Coughing up tubercular suns, (Camden Market bass and drum),
          Eating lentils off a bed, (married off before they’re wed),
          Standing with credential frowns,
          Noisily in paper crowns, (raucous giggles in a mound),
          They roll idly out of bounds. Undergraduates underground.

          ...
          copyright jdb 1998
          ...

                                            


          A HOT SAUCER OF BLUE MILK (re. Robots of Du).


          a hot saucy saucer of blue milk
          hurls saviours on the furred fire
          a hot lazy father falls to silk and
          eyes widen..
          the trippers of failure cut hands
          and eastern amazing women ram
          sex powders down sirens
          idols of kind fear cause reason
          to pray for tears
          and a hot saucy saviour of milk
          breast-feeds four seasons
          .
          eaters of loud radio listen to silk
          watchers of loud meadows
          bury televisions in blind shadow
          and we have the names by heart
          .
          *
          scattered rape seeds cause farmers to
          search for harvesters
          assault sex seed hunts for farmers
          and we dig for reeds
          and we water washed weeds

          once a day and then all night, farmers
          use huge hoses for the growth of greed
          once a month and then for years
          grey motorists travel into tears
          .
          idols look deep down inside dust
          eagles look deep down into lust
          and we have the bloody names by heart
          and we realise mostly nothing
          .
          eaters of mad rifles cook bullets.
          Wide weakness weakens grey planets
          *
          the easters when we shared false eggs
          hides inside women
          the killers of men have cracked eggs
          and we have the names by heart
          and because a cold-frame covers hearts
          and because cold evening
          causes trips thru sunken gardens
          we will have to dance upon the ceiling
          ..
          a rose on a bus sleeps the dies, O, hearts
          stop for Gods
          and wintry summer buds for
          crazy seas where a bible under wards
          creeps out from the woodwork..
          the easters when we shared false eggs
          hide inside christ's islands
          and we rock five hands
          and we cook bread when up in bed
          *
          the rancid rotted taste of an abandoned plum
          shoots up with fruit
          the rancid clotted taste of a forgotten plum
          shoots up with shoots
          and we sweeten sex
          as we soften deaths
          and we lay soft waste to a city of decks
          the rancid rotted face of an abandoned plum
          cuts up cold pears
          and a bag of berries feeds the thousand
          and a sack of cherries roasts sweet hair
          eyes slip into dun blindness
          ears deafen, and a bird of blindess stare
          directly inside
          eyes, ears, brain, body, Lives
          ;.
          as timeless statues stop,
          wet weepers hammer stone,
          and granite faces feel for green bone
          .
          *
          the humming hummingbird
          hums whilst singing
          the moaning dreaming night bird
          appears wing-cropped;
          and a vice of iron rams a sad bird
          and eyes see a naughty blind bird
          .
          we have a bed of baked beans
          we have a shed filled with dreams
          and a bun of bites
          feeds cakes to pikes
          and we cash old fish with 2 hands
          the humming hummingbird
          hums whilst swinging
          the deadly break of day hears nerves
          and eyes vanish
          ..
          *
          weeders of a fantastic rose-garden
          delimit flowers with meadows
          diggers of fantastic bowers harden;
          and a wedded moon
          shines upon living rooms
          and i espy a house of bricks which
          hurls meadows at the dark
          cousins of old England hear men
          punishing love with incest.
          Reason takes a hot hike as deaths
          cuts a dead mum from a wrecked
          father of mice
          weeders of a fantastic rose-garden
          delimit flowers with gay shadow
          and a wedding moon
          shines upon kind mummy moon
          and it is the sane mamma moon
          who swoons under de gallows
          .
          eaters of english rifles shoot up
          reapers of english candles
          deliberately set fire to sandals
          and icy closed fingers
          although using gloves cannot shut
          any of the ten closed fingers
          ,.