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
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
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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