My
Fracking
Poetry

Basing on Blake

Quench quench wanhopes ?

of holy light –

 

possessed of day

where spirits stray

 

cannot (in & of) itself

destroy or complete

 

near shades of extortion

where sorrows meet.

 

Pent fires arc & hark

crater & ploy

 

timeless rallies with terror,

seek staggering joy.

 

Blades wired liken frogmen

to an arsenal of feet

 

whose fins buck and batter

blood-honey like sweets.

 

A green river hazard,

flats over oceans of sky

 

old weapons reload

swoon the drizzle & ride.

 

Its charms cherish

subterfuge

 

balconied mudholes

open wide –

 

Sudden – game ball

bounces out,

 

treason goes granular ?

turns a wild bulls eye.

 

Beauty senses trouble

lies delinquent, in wait

 

for deceits defiant bubbles

to riotously dissipate.

 

As sorrow aches to trust

and anguish turns to lust.

 

del sagrado corozon

Pulley is rhyme

that grabs like slough

carries me off

 

toes sunk in at edge

where sand makes mud

 

and up it comes

the plank piratical

up to nose and noose

 

lusts for breaking things

battered and loose.

 

The hidebound,

holy wounded

 

ancient hinge —

dead ends

in stacks and stacks

 

del sagrado corozon 

horror and stern

like an iron mask.

 

Morning light

releases a refugee

 

blows like a fire eater

into the overbright,

 

scavengers pulling

at meat

 

go holy hostage

trick or treat

 

nectars provocateur

run away with the lamp

 

as treachering empaths

stawk the undone

 

and madness –

a money dread

graces killing the sun.

 

Still fealty grows

further & further in and out

 

redoubles the dance

nail beast and bower –

 

near misses and kisses

like chess-with-death, flower!

 

Bandy and bounty

bad birds bright into bed

 

semicircles surmount –

ring out the undead.

 

Rape of the Crock

First rhyme ever sent

caused pain

 

soulful literary gallant

hung up on me

never spoke to me again.

 

In poetry hung

a deadly fore-edge

 

could not cease reprehend

bloody ravening

 

demonographer

sword swallowing my pen.

 

Its brazening out

after hungers

raw tragic meat –

 

Beset with lash

turbulent flashes

 

bonking sacred

crucifixions

 

hog wild

gallows heat.

 

A haunted herd

of dense

neurotic nimbo

 

terror beauty

nails, veils  –

martyry.

 

Spirits arose

and balked

at the throws

 

fey & shadowy,

din sinister

 

sly, shy abandon

bucket bottomless pits  –

 

A swoon sepulchral

cacophony

of illaqueate infinites.

 

Love kneeling beside

wan lugubrious insurrections

turning with contempt

 

sinking into cunning

swirls of sorrow

 

contrary doleful –

unrepentant.

 

Hermes – divine

conveyor

of underworld souls

 

reverser of hooves –

subsequently upturned

the whole bowl

 

staging hunger

and grief

to wisdom of a thief.

 

Flowers malfeasant

balled up and inhaled

at safecrack in crime

 

guardian of ghosts

indomitable

sweet predatory madness!

 

ariolation rapacious

caduce obduracy of rhyme.

 

Hasta La Vista

Meet me

in a bar afar.

 

Rustle me out

of this ocean wreck,

 

urchin for tools

Bering Strait.

 

Meet me

on the Bridge of Sighs

 

bell and the fog

harrow and cark.

 

Kiss a grace

of this hour and waste.

 

Pull me out

of this can of fire.

 

Toils inflame

every bleeding thirst

 

to pander and shame

vain and sullen with desire.

 

Coney and hole

sunk in like a mole

 

bad to sad,

driving me mad!

 

Love’s divinely

obscene

 

transfigurations

of sorrow!

Sweetie

Sweetie, not abandon

this zeal,

to detachment and doubt.

 

Faith, will always

need heed

your sipid recounts.

 

For torments bound

to an Insect Wheel,

a Coffin Fly that lays

 

boute-selle with visions

meat and chuck,

as terrors tightening

mount & f&ck –

bull markets

peak leak heap corrupt!

 

Profound & deadly

with dismay.

 

Not stop butterflying

the hungry wind,

whose terrors denude

this feral sin.

 

Love fret and staunch,

countless taunts

what so costly

raises the skin!

 

Not leave again

this joint under-served

as the dawn still cocks

where reapers converge

dares serpent-volant

to waltz back in –

as signs from the heavens 

unleash a hardbitten grin –

 

Forlorn, and hapless?

this willful insatiety

circles like flies,

impotent, restless –

No – arise! now arise!

 

Buggy? mazed maudlin

shaken & stirred –

 

Not kick over the vortex!?

not swallow that bird –

Ensalivé

Find credence

reading bloodstones

for contradictions immutable.

 

Crash and condom insolute,

fingers at my neck

teetering & inscrutable.

 

Magic & fire locking horns,

paint this body

the tireless color of salmon

 

diving pink into the Red. 

Spawning eggs

on banks of gravel,

 

scandalously high!

as a mountain of death –

Love is weather,

 

love is the sea

tide in, tide out

chasing currents

 

for odds, insurgent?

Restive as the sky. 

Riven to a cross –

 

it leaps, it stalks!

Born at sea,

both horn & fly.

 

Coils & zigs

along a whispering edge,

a flat out rush –

 

between the loathsome

& the sly

All the Way

To go the way
of the dodo bird ?
graceless under fire

 

too long lost
to melting points
plundered with desire

 

lost in causes
lost to raptures
too champion to resist

 

hesitations magnified!
poisoned, with
a mad persistance!

 

Fears empower hate,
hate rants its way to sleep
asleep in the ocean sublime

 

sorrows raged against
the ocean
roaring with fate!

 

a crucible for love –
annointed by his savage blood
playing intimate

 

with the divine.

Beauty that burns

Beauty that burns

turns unruly

 

raft like wings

tethered to the wild

 

drizzling sizzles

in schisms

 

of passion, naysay!

& fury –

 

hell before heaven!

its raining fire –

 

Wild reckless misery ?

a standoff, rebuke

 

lonesome, a fighter

softheaded, a blighter ?

 

Holy Terrors –

exilic bloodlust!

 

sacred captive,

divine recruit.

apotropaic

Free from pander

free from shame –

 

the divine

implacability of sorrow.

 

Chunks of tree

melt palms

 

over loot

and slain –

 

skull & crossbones

forfend the jumpsuit!

epi de fleur

Mischiefs relay
le feu sacré

 

catching blazes
the looking glass bits.

 

My tongue my tongue
opposes its thumb

 

ambisinister
fissilingualist –

Eye of the Wind not

Horror lapping
shimmies with panic
surging angst

 

finds that beastly
balk of ruins

laid to waters
a bubbling waste –

 

Sorrows bleed

red and white
muddling monstrous –
hunt the night

 

for a crack

in eye of the wind.

suspiral vent

At bottom sits

jokers wild

 

wild with blastments

bloodbird & riddled

 

curmurrings pose villianry

sweet and dangling

 

mingle-mangles

my storming breathlessness

 

as drums smoke pores

violently open

 

glomming torched

spun & rattling

 

into your arms

seditiously soaking

 

the bloodguilty throat

of a whir & drone iron lung

 

whose leaf lard

bleeds & breeds

 

glint, boxed-in

savagely caroms

 

with the fury of love

and the frenzy of death.

combust with dust

And all this life

turns up like lead

 

salt and sink

against my head

 

a trigger pounding

combust combust

 

like an angel caught in a rage

of emptiness and lust

 

firebird in contempt
of time –

 

flambeau fugitive
(in thrall to rhyme).

Whats under your hood

Sot with love
and cosmic death

 

horrors magic tragic
fruit of poisonous tree –

 

itches fishes and twirls
for pluralismo worlds

 

multangled
to the ashery.

Royal Farter

Draft

Heart-crazy ignoble
for roots of resistance

 

love for battle conditions
horror pollutes

 

fine lines on your ruler

who fakes you crueler

 

greatest pretenders
make you truer

 

shed shed the unhealthy

unhappy in your ranks

 

little gov little gove

is sick of your sickness

 

sucking off the system
a leach unto death.

Nill Ye Will Ye

When hole

in chest turns green,

 

that breathless expansive

reeling

feeling –

 

burns with woos

panic ensues.

 

Impassionate leanings

so weighted percussive –

heart striking & protrusive

 

held captive by methods

solicitous restive

lugubrious eruptive

 

mind-boggling

& intrusive.

 

Swinging swinging

high on hive

as the sticky wind, mills

saints alive –

 

Sharp edge

of fissure, lip & flue 

some way some day!

 

through devious freedoms

his darling brood-i-ful

skip to the loo –

 

Oppose the rocking, horse ?

the bent the rent

the wild & the cooked, 

 

panics’ sweet & deviant

hungers! teeming leaping

luminous bloodsuckers

 

wiggers chiggers 

traffickers, crooks ?

 

Beauty’s rogue economy

truth-or-dare –

 

with beautiful beasties

whose every other word,

I swear!

My country is a slave to death

Every new death carries

another exoskeleton on our backs

as flies the buzzards

adorned with screeds

circling circling

where love lies bleeding.

 

Guns blanketing fire

with a buyers mad greed

run run for your life

die for your country

sweet chicken feed!

 

Brochures of bullets

raving for grace

merry, a poster

of this obscene race

ban the 2nd –

with John Browns face!

 

My country my country

is a slave to blood

sweet reigns of caskets

draped in horrors of love

wrapped in respect 

wrapped in pride for the dead

guns saved us from tyranny

with this freedom we bled.

 

Proof of your ardor

horde tight to your guns!

romancing the hunger games

what have we won?

tears of honor

tears we all share!

weep for tomorrow

no nothing f$cking compares.

The Royal Hospital

& birthday after take a stroll.

museum uncratered

once famous Goal.

& spit at murderers beneath our feet.

& wiz at pirates who make us meat.

& Kiss the Blarney,

right stone cold.

Where fell on knife

and ate swans gold.

Swelled beneath euphony,

wisteria like.

A garble of marble.

The mystery of mould.

Leda’s sworn turn turtle.

Sweet wanhope & woe. 

Yellow Dogs Useless Lament

Screamers awoke last night

in class

yelling at me almost

to a point of tears

 

and then I admitted it

and then I said 

upset I am, upset I am

for my criminal selves

 

crying over always 

the wrong way

for not showing up

for not being real. 

 

paroles la mer

The rack the fuse

the must the muse

the developers stack –

a warren of beautys

 

undeniars,

complicity requires!

Mouth of cave

where looters raid

 

slope of philosophers

partook, a bath!

There, just there

hangs ancient flood

 

following the dots

nostalgic for mud.

The lure of lengths

pureduresûre as stripe.

 

Inscrutable?

non-refundable, non-refutable. 

Down, down, down –

& to the right.

 

Holy socks!

heal and toe.

Wildly compressed,

a hand of air!

 

Bore-holes at bottoms

sweet and low.

Confesses beauty,

his animals share.

 

Where wheels

divine wheels

paroles la mer.

Pernicious Contrary

Stuck inside fatelessness

pain killers, a lid

 

contrary pernicious –

insidiously delicious.

 

Ransacking irreconcilability

(truant with death) 

 

punching at oblivion

for a sick f&ck of – meth ?

 

Loosen your change

all seething and wreath

 

spiking the bitters –

cold, trenchant & sweet.