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  • Plebian Rag

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    2 years ago
  • Just Sherman

    Truly exceptional.

    Thanks and good graces to you.

    S.

    2 years ago

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    leetch

    the unexcorciating blore: it leaps: the bluff: it
    sucks the mainvein throb up
    skewers all historical
    pustrails present
    passed
    sliterates a perseverance a nightdull
    a harrowing wakehawk whence
    surfaces the ring finger web
    crawls, its blame
    tendencies
    afterthought persistent the rose tinting retinae
    calm-corrective course scrawls a curse a
    palinopsia squamous and
    burn-castellating
    random the hurt fibre-joined jumps to the
    softwall defence chirt: is chewed is
    moiled
    over
    a terse glance sellcall a trauma
    traverse a random repetitive
    gross hurt a recursive
    sciatica a backoning
    fierce
    a stalking real-haunt a stark headhunt
    dread years’ dead count heart
    haul the spiritual shocktic’s
    already rupturing shizonty
    meals the midgut you-yearn reverse
    cell possessive stomach
    hoiked into the
    eventual the scruciating hope-spittooned
    parslacked n’ spewed
    ordinary


    s/he has me

    backed up in the cave. I:
    want his she. I:
    wait and wait: my
    past sefer-scribed, scrolled up into
    its own profuse anastomoses. I;
    am pinioned by stalactite causes: I
    have pissed my feet with the waiting of
    him. I
    cover my toes with
    my third wings: I
    shall draw her out of him shall have to
    unfurl shall make satin from
    serge: I
    mither grogram specks to scatter-pearls: I
    scavel in the chert-dirt pick scent trail,
    stiffen enough to spraint: she
    further inches and further her taint stink gossamer rose
    and silk and incomplete first rouses
    her origin glossal: I
    want him holed up in the patience truss: I
    want her fossiled in the residue sluice-duct: I
    want her towsed: have her undisambiguated, smacked up in
    the psalmplay splay
    position,
    bait
    laid


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  • Movies

    the warrior-apices

    go down on your knees
    count your suck-strategies
    ababa a grain of sand
    ahaha dust specks in a sunbeam
    nirabbuda rabbit's grain
    abbuda ram's grain
    vibhutangama ox's grain
    sarvajna poppy seed
    bindu mustard seed
    sarvabala barleycorn
    mudrabala rabbit-egg
    niravadya sheep-egg
    akkhobini ox-egg
    gananagati eggs-in-a-basket
    samaptalambha eggs-upon-a-roof
    hetvindriya eggs-within-a-cloud
    bninnahuta clouds-within-a-sky
    hetuhila skies-upon-a turtle-back
    vyavasthanapajnapati black-wishes-squashed-by-white
    titlambha white-wishes-upon-a-grain-of-sand
    nahuta sand-upon-gratuitous-compassion
    nagabala compassion-upon-loneliness
    bahula tears-cried-in-loneliness
    kotippakoti holiness-upon-tears
    vivaha a palmful-of-holiness
    kshobhya prayer-unspoken
    vivara prayer-upon-a grain-of wickedness
    pakoti wickedness-upon-a-grain-of-sand
    kankara homeland
    niyuta heaven-in-a-sunbeam
    ayuta the-all-inclusiveness-of-and
    koti and place through torn
    cloth a finger-and-thumbful
    of spittle upon each grazed knee
    and stand
    and go
    about your daily business


  • Television

    house rules

    1 First, the corridor

    Trying to find some place to stuff you.
    To my left
    , where left, the not-so phantom
    whitmanesque satisfiers: boulders come up
    from... from under-lint made bulbous by my feet’s
    inadequate grammatterings. Huge somehow,

    deluged under proprioceptors.
    This should be easier though than these.

    To right, sour-hughes: a pastoral England
    past its solstice. Berries I noticed today
    ,
    already orange.
    Trees randy for their crows.

    2 hallway

    So I should be able to take my clot
    between index and thumb
    and yum yum it to myself.
    Hum blood into at least part
    of a baby face; make whole
    of you, our apartness.

    3 ‘But’ the house calls

    and there are no presences.
    I don’t believe in the Translatress,
    humifacents that I can’t spell.

    Tubes are after all other women’s
    placentae. My laughter lines
    allergic to aborteds.

    4 doorway

    I was cyanotic. This they didn’t tell. But I learnt it.
    Couldn’t cry. Their tube into me
    like your dread.

    Research is an alleyway
    between cushions
    between comforts.

    5 stairs

    And stepping down today
    I grew afraid.
    I have ear wax.
    I can mould you.
    I can fix you like a corn dolly.

    But you’re only ever a surfactant. Ever an after-
    thought and the summer’s done
    and from other glands
    I must dredge
    contact.

    6 bottom step

    pre-verbal
    tantric spurt
    cunt-spritz in my palm
    loving you oh and as borndead this knowing you
    without knowing you a gift walls afterthoughts
    seeing you where you sit and smoke and knowing what you
    drink

    and why especially The Sad 7 library

    that palm, that held the elephant’s head hawk moth
    a brilliant fluorescent pink and

    green
    and watched it pump its wings
    and it must have flown
    for it was gone
    a Donne at a lean
    a child’s parents have finally split
    one of my old dog’s ‘s arthritic

    spaces left by age
    conflict
    words failed
    words bringing me back

    8a pebbledash walls

    8b carpet

    but come in your hand
    and slide some under the mat
    so that there’s no need for dust mites’
    shit dropping through the pile
    to ground us
    a gorgeous scent of something
    chicly avant-garde depthing
    where poets bear grime
    break
    fuck furrows into borrowed cisms
    and the crust of you found years hence
    is made famous

    9 by the stink
    we’ll kick up


  • Books

    view from a flaw:

    you must know the finer art of what you do as: if
    it suckers you into your own un-
    covering: you
    fluviowed back by
    boundary duty. : we
    shall have mock-fellatioed styx to jordan's
    redelineated crossing: we
    shall have corsaged
    some true: some loss: to former, firmer ground: we
    have only tremour spaces between bibelot'd airs: and
    lace: and how tastes the Host-tongue
    in the morning, no luck to this
    now: I
    want to: rise from the miraging masque: to
    card cord from heart: to part
    at the sinistralled path: to
    know if practice makes the sondage yield
    pre-exegeted treasure: to
    attest there is a greater test once you
    are complete: to
    ask


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your eyes

.. give up your scratches also your wounds I want the tiredness from the whites of your eyes I want your sadness I want osmotic madness spread in tree root dread grounded and hounded down by serious surrender I want the forever in your eyes to resound and rebound over and above gender I want to be diarised materialised I want to be free in your eyes and expensive I want pensive mood I want brooding good looks I want to be pending borrowing lending I want never ending childhood joy some sort of ploy to keep staring some spooky recognition some daring ignition flame torch illumination spurious endeavour of the kind which gets forgotten at a hint some glint some flirt some leap of meaning hurting healing seeking pleading pleasing terror that you might desert your eyes for another altogether and maybe never return return in your eyes a prodigal forgiveness from yours or mine or whatever…I want to be past caring in your eyes young old aged barred bare deranged some semblance of Christ between the wires the meek humble lost yearning homeless disenfranchised given abode within your eyes I want you lackless feckless hopeless helpless in my eyes I want to take you utterly by surprise guileless blameless immortalised by what passes between our eyes to be seen believed and drawn into the iconic perspective of your eyes where depth defies demarcation no justification hesitation rationalisation prevarication I want your pitfalls I want your cries I want to fall forever into your eyes..

wuh'ahafta

no small but your hebraic temporal change pheno
menon whispered your nipple burr weight beared
upon my fear-cleared your hearthole stealthily pr
essed around my lone index your homegrown hib
iscus juice your let loose hot wax ice cubed sluice
ed your showed off bought off switched crossed s
pun your stitched stalked pitch black lone star sho
ne your trust up your sworn your slicklickeds kiss
'nd fingers through waters your fateful eventual y
our taste for your shankhini spittle spun luminosit
y your unhaste your froth piss your humility your
tip sip your stockings run your silk pace your one
and only one your prostrate prostate your shot an
d sawn off cum

skin sonnet

watch mary-faced (t)his dripjewel crosses east
spit furls androgenously (kneads to kneel)
mansize a single tissue morphs batiste
microerogenises urodele
endstain is petal-like, grease on ice
it holds i(t)s shape – a(s)lumpish sovereignty
part deadswim/part liveswill, selfsacrispeiss
yields semi once liquid liquidity
but what of tumour hordes this patch is least
like? dehydrated Christless children fed
by war, not love, to spurt burn, arriviste-
led, bayonetted, raped, fuel for the beast?
cum: our little country draws its border
we genuflect our modern world order


AnnMarie Eldon

an identical twin, evolved from cryptophasic origins in once densely industrialised Birmingham, England. She was taught by her gypsy grandmother to say the alphabet backwards before the age of three. Juggling various personae interiorae, children and hormones and practicing counter-cultural reclusiveness, she achieves adult differentiation and spiritual equanimity within the mediocrity of a picturesque Oxfordshire market town.

Poetry at 5 Trope, Arabesques, Argotist, mprsnd, Blazevox, Caffeine Destiny, Lily, Moria, Nthposition, Niederngasse, No Tell Motel, Shampoo, Stirring, Tears In the Fence, xPressed, zafusy et al.

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