Global Delay

for sean bonney.

Queasy is: sticking to floors & chairs or laughingly dribbled on stairs. Flaking out of cauliflower and storyboard nationwide are gluton and bumcheek sloppy with PVA, giblets quivering lustily in tubes and churches, licking arsecrack doesn't make you a big name in Ealing Braodway & if you piss yourself I'll just make you clean it up. 'Dry as a' or 'bone me' are not phrases coined at sea, if you know what I mean. Oh and the Police all carry stunguns and the ladies feed mini-milks to dogs & satelite dishes are pointed towards Mecca. Landlocked, save the spittle, we'll tramp daily cherries into brick and leave rotten old nappies to fester in parks below signs of enforced corporate patriotism. Nailing you (with an ordinary commercial picturehook, unles otherwise specified) to last week's cheststomping poster, I suddenly think: Better to beat me to death than this, crying "greedy little skirtlifter, she'll pay". Up the state.

to be continued...

Pulsion Series

Where The Woodbine Twineth images.

where the woodbine Twineth - part one- silicone has no gap

click on the thumbnails to see big things.

mallow edge

dried with longing
eyeline: my drowning
was mirror love
sharp sorrows have cancer
station cleanliness
pretending - disconnect now.
fly world, nine memories
into and over
Crying is then last &
to write "boy" was like
what then?
echoes swallowed news,
like "how sad now?"
banging everyone
in the process.
When Colors I've not confused
stay to fade around,
tinged with outside
stormcloud dustings.
Sad spills everything
inside junkies and
one starry blink
causes despair on trains,
and in headlines.

3:12am dangerous

dried with longing
eyeline: my drowning
was mirror love
sharp sorrows have cancer
station cleanliness
pretending - disconnect now.
fly world, nine memories
into and over
Crying is then last &
to write "boy" was like
what then?
echoes swallowed news,
like "how sad now?"
banging everyone
in the process.
When Colors I've not confused
stay to fade around,
tinged with outside
stormcloud dustings.
Sad spills everything
inside junkies and
one starry blink
causes despair on trains,
and in headlines.