Posts Tagged ‘rubber’

 

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Cone of chilli powder
Boot in guts
Laughter at your expense
Shoved off your feet
Punched in the face
Shaven head immersed in alcohol
Gonad paralysis
Mental misfire
Tumours in soul
Knife in eyeball

It is important not to make loneliness and romantic failure your identity
Like a coat of woe over your personality
Which emits doom and darkness
Life will not reach out and grab you
A horrible scene
Prophecy of subterranean madness
Rubber man
Plastic man
Strip off your paranoia like shitty underpants
Before you die in a puddle of self-deprecation
Hiding in corners like a spider or a gecko
Just observing passively
Because afraid anxious confused
Sometimes it’s hard to find the right thing to say
So I remain silent as a sphynx

christ
Twist a string of beads
Around a witch’s waist
Build a crappy tent of bulbous bones
Against the rabid rain

Which pelts poison in your brain
And soon drives you electrically insane
Nerve toxins in the neurons
Birthing paralytic rictus
And quasi simian spasticity

Beat a rubber eel upon a warlock’s wobbly bits
Signify a morbid mountain of madness
Spit upon the surfaces of suppurating melancholy
Dance into the crack within the nothing
Like a stoned fool on smack
They’ll never want you back
Until all is black as boots and empty

Taste a poxy potion of hallucinatory mushrooms
See Christ crucified with the head of a Beast
See the many horns and eyes of the beast
See the real Christ crucified in pulsating pain
See the wood of the cross multiplying across Europe
See the Shroud of Tourin photocopying a saviour
See Christ crucified on every tree
And every tree a Bible
See towering cathedrals of light hidden from mortal retinas
Fractal kaleidoscopic sun structures of infinite intricacy
Bedazzling and befuddling desperately then
Faces without eyes emerge from the void
Like fungus growing from a corpse

Flashes of spark-light phosphorescence against the windows of the skull
Mad carousing reptiles wrap their bodies around a totem pole
Wood hacked to grinning skulls piled to heaven vertical
Fire flickers and the children of light dance their circle
Drums beat a rumbling rhythm that hypnotizes
Summoning old Spirits to bring in a new age

winona3

I don’t want a woman I keep in a box
To be bought out for fun-times and night-time pneumatic clinches
With electro-mechanical naughty bits and inflatable boobies
Plastic and rubber and no brains at all
The blank emotions of a thing, a doll, an illusion
I don’t want an identikit air-brushed Amazon who only cares about how she looks
Or a narcissistic emotional vampire sucking out my life force like a succubus
I don’t want someone cruel or cold or emotionally unavailable or upwardly mobile or high maintenance
I want a woman with a warm, open heart, with luscious kissable lips and heavenly curvy hips
A gorgeous woman with wonderful boobies and the soul of an artist
Bursting with love and affection for me, and compassionate with everyone
I am not a fussy man or a player
Six beers and I’m anyone’s
I don’t think I’m asking too much
Perhaps I am
Deep down in the cell of my hurricane heart I worry that I’ve already met my ideal woman many times
But she was never interested in me