Brashmania Creatina Polyvergo : Lozi's Poetry

wading satin, thrawls past in a whiff of cigar

smoking tendrills farce through time.

But in the fronteyed mirror stints me:
some fargone wastral made from tea,
~like a foreign icicle

 

Internally sucked like a fishhound
i wait by the shoulders of impeccable suits,
with their corporate boulders and
foun-tain pennnnns....
Gah such a ghastly stench
smell it can't you?
the dreadful scent of hypocracy
as the drains of lawyers shredded notes
pick london as a sewage bank.
But in their golden showers
and foot baked, soda wars by partial vending machines,
i groan at the luver liver lava kidney stones
that give a very slight itch that tries to irritae then goes away
but that's only a game
i like to play higher stakes at the local
hospisssess with gambling humanoids
who do they try to kid the world with eternal organisms?
Ignored and shunned i pick my halloween cloak from toys r us
and leave the building with another cancer victim
oh there goes another: the family subdue.
I'm like the uninvited guest who nobody expects to care.

 

Gazooks time flies by the winter hole as The Rabbit procrastinates his emphibatic clock that tick tock ticks, away alice runs past who's alice? she's been preempted and nocturnal queens pretend to lumox the heat cheeks of tarty wenchs, made from pie dunes running along with legs sticking out. Why mister hatter, it's been such a long ride since we last pecked your sarnies me oh my what a seepage of brain trouble i spy? confusicatious isn't what the cat ordered in his pea green smile immense into toothpaste lights.
But by the by grass thickets throttle past the standing figure creature in a pleasant dress, jolling the orchard fellows namely hippogriffin in a splendid suit of gold marrow which sits like parsley on his brow, i wonder does he take tea in such a strange manner thinks alice? And she sighs at the twins that retake their circled footsteps in a repeated solace when they dance and forget her questions, as she does too. the egg. broken tarts and broken hearts does a land wonder at the knavish whists and clumsy trollkings made from card! Until a metaphorically true chessboard of life begins and ends with train tangents and edible insects greeted by manners. awaken alice child from your dream but a woman with littlun's you may be your acidic tea produced flashbacks from a sexual crude and escapic childhood.

 

hahhaahahha thats rather great hun

 

...it's all down to carlos really, he started the thought stream of that at soul survivor in the food court jumping over tables

 

hee hee i can imagine that *chuckles all your work is spectacular....i am going to re-read most of it and let you know what i think a little better when i've explored it love ya

 

love you too rolypolyjuicybeancurrant!

 

Ahh, through your crusty lids
a piece of shiny marble plays the sun-
rays of epitomy dual again.

The mental, slow, strokes in my head
that i try to imagine about your face..
mmm sailor boy with that salty smile,
quirks its dimple at the cusp.

How does the sky fit that pocket in your hand?
How does the evanescent figure bask soo much?
Pitfalls of empty silouettes, pretending to eye up ghostly whores,
as they pass you by,
genetically blind.
Would that wooden carving take my wistful waist
then dance me through a fleeting sigh,
in his glory shine together
praising another in happy duets...

Skidding on an ice rink of life we sit apart
together
apart
together
apart

All that content bliss was in my head
as i looked at you
and forgot to cry,
there was no other love,
but us.

 

Avebury sunshine with a nogginfull of spruce,
it's winding amaretti
palpatations like to dye....
the fellow teatree signs,
how oft the jingoism sigh to fall

their derier

the notions of headish nonsense plays a part in
staged fights, harsh blows past berties ears
as she stubs her fag in fagins noggin.
Bake the cake of sympathies
when a moonfull of craving snores
beat the jeweyed gagging

grrrimacing in a pingpong hall haha!

 

How sweetly does the angel crow
beyond that dervish bicycle...
how now you fellow Prince
in
tro
duced,
like a very happy tulip
smiling by the street of cobbled stones.

Can i venture the stars and sweep another off your feet?
When all is lost a rose without its petals on
falls at the Princess's lap
she tries to sigh but silence is all she can speak,
for Prince Charming has voided her soul.

His shiny motorcycle picks out fixing
monologues
by a grey brown street
Zeger sits at a pew and chews his nails
staring at the man in leather
walking up the aisle.
In a 2-piece garment-
He smiles at the lovely lady by his side:
"come, wive me angelface"
"i guess so" replied the princess
(Sandi-eyed)
throwing her bouquet aside
and riding on the back of the harley,
to Nevada.

 

Amongst the midifiles and open doors
a silouetto of a guy(half man)
plays tricks with flashing lights
-darn broken glass, the blown bulbs a-buzzin'...


The clustered, poshed-up birds and boys
eighteen years old with rapid fluff
on chins and pits
* blush *
How they jigger about with excitement,
their frilly things,
ointments shoved on desks and beds/
the strangest strangers stare.

But everyone's an angel here
the best of friends, potential
wived housemates/dorm-mates/flatmates.
'Halls of Residence' says the sign by the brick block of prisonwalls.
"No, resign the attached leaflets and follow me" replies a poncy 3rd year science queen.

Hybrid accents clammer for attention
briny brummys
valley nannys from other parts of welshland.
In abundance, the audience stand

(those in upper years snoot down with their winced mouths)

A soggy passerby, with cardiff-tones
goes the long way round the Union at night,
for fright or fear of drunken disorder.
Mayhem in the form of binging freaks and shattered cars...

But the few students clutching their easels and art pads/
or instruments, if you will/
slide over the road to the college-
still a higher education unit,
but the heaven of the elite.
Bunch of yobs run by
and we hide for cover in the magenta and gold doors
that lead to a cavernous escape.
My what wind outside has faded
in the windswept happy eyes of art and music and drama
we dance around with beaming faces,
while the Uni students are dying from alcohol poisoning.
​

 

A lady from bath,
Had a very bad laugh,
she liked eating cheese,
she had knees.
She bought a rose
that she smelt with her nose
And met a man
who had a plan
and a van
so she opened her mouth
to his region of south,
and oh crap i can't write unfunny.

 

There's a piece of tinsel above the fire
where you left a crispy nut in the crystal bowl.
I stroll, sigh and pick up IT in resonating muses by
which i mean to tell you not a minute of an hour of a day
goes by
when i don't remInisss..
the past and how it changed my me, for who am i
but just this hollow shell
defined by your puppetry?

So slow the empty days of now
the news of you comes quick and fast at the marble telephone,
and when it rings you speak of cabbages, kings and gravy.
Steps that pick-me-up
eg:synthetic E-numbers/loose men/savage media and vague musication...
That listed I in a rainy night while it crusted over
the mildew settling on my head
while i watch the tape play you-
shaking the drips from your heavy head.

4 months later, i reply to a telegram from the Queen,
(not literally of course)
I'm sent to outer regions where an existian only rewards the
stable minds.
Quick, queasy muppets! I'm still trapped by you,
with your hair style/clothe style/style style

I repeat
with your shiny eyes i watch you weep for Madeline
yet another 'conquest' (in my humble opinion)
Bitterness bites my throat
but i can't choose to speak these things
only to comfort and patiently wait for your happiness again.
That's when the hypothermia sets in
and i throw out the empty nut packet


but i just can't let go of some pieces of rubbish...

 

Oedipus Eddie buys time to kill
that pigeon, vulgar in a sense
like his mother.
By Oklahomas roads we still have Grace to meet
with her golden, corny hair
and vuloptious eyes...
they like to shine sometimes or so he tells me
excited himself by the travelling feet of his and mine.
Perhaps it goes to show
while i watched that man pee over a moving trucks jittery side
some other guy was being brutally loved up by someones half
sistergirl.

who is that sad nightingale in a dressing gown?
eating icecream and apple pie
which gets better every step or train track of the way...
best to settle in and truss a job but not work,
letching on some poor major whose broom ways ahh
i don't know, maybe they just fed him too much arsenic at school.

Lets peruse for a moment my idiotic ways of communication,
listening to the comic to-and-froing
Dean between cream and Lou like some boy out of class
with his bright beamin' eyes full of insomnia/milk and vodka
jack hazard lights instead like to break the silence,
virtually nothing i do at the beginning
when i watch and listen and laugh at the crazy 2-
making and beeline for the scented grass and setting up,
finally drifting like a log to bed
whither with a woman or..
just well hung/

 

Aside the sliding doorways
a cynical figure in irish white sits,
pretending not to hear the crying child
crouched-smeared tears peering
around the vesseled vase

Bourgeois stares at the natty beard,
tempted to tug at the crumbling branflakes..
sigh sigh why the early bird catches the thresh.
Another oldied grazing wildly at the sunning cabbage,
stewed in olive oil-musty sugard perhaps?
But still,
behind each closed eye sits a buzzard lizard....animal type thing!
You know,
how it licks your eyeballs to keep them moist,
tracks the deer
that sort of thing,
so you're never really alone.
Unless you have no mental disorders inside this pea pudding-
outside the asylum.

 

Paperbag that whisked past the pavements gum
it saw a purple dinosaur stained with apple juice maybe,
i'm only suggesting the elements of Gabriels floating innocence,
as he passed past Pastor Brown's empty housechurch-
why, the silence with the laughter?
Confusicatious bellows/half sighs and
every
emotive
thing.

And then he spies he sees he cries
to visualise an earth angel,
in her gloried grief
tears fall like crystal vodka
heavenly scented mouse sniffles.
He can't die to save another, but-
in his opaque sheen, wonders-
how such an evening of sorrow can serve utter bliss.
Does Gabriel have a heart, he wonders?
Basking in a human shadow/
20 minutes past a suet hour she still mourns
for some lost equal.

Let me take you to the skies,
let me wash your tears away
let the pain fall from your eyes
and let my love light up your day.
Foolish rhymes he thinks and sings
Befumbled by such different lust.

How can he tremble at a voice but
sing about another:
confidently confidence meant to...
hide
hide
hide

 

To softly catch your skin

with my pillow lips,

cushioned like severed satin and

( when darkness fell)

wouldn't we love to gaze at each others matador stares..

while a pitied day goes by without our knowing!

Two felled deer depict the trees fell gaze

too,

unlike our starry dual.

Fair prince in darkening eve,

does thou go to the gates to slay

or nay

But then again,

do i really care

sometimes

i wish i did.

 

Rest easily by the seven seas
as their petty waves wave back at me.
The sighing tricks goodbye to the earth
disperse
disperse
Who's first to catch that first ray,
which opens every morn it's flaming eye.

The weed turned overleaf
and other sorts that crackle;
mystic
ever still
ever still
And gashing smashed petroleum bottles sit
beached amongst the poisoned shells,
foreground surfer-widowed sea.

 

Captured by an enigmatic eye scent
from your fragrant hair-
fructose.
mmm how septic is my heart in all the waves
that, when i start to smile
at thee at thee
it's me in tears.
Next i speak, to care, caress your hair
with my fingertips.
how i long to lift your spirits.
When you cry, your weeping tends to
dent my soul
the creepy way in which you haunt my dreams-
like our severed minds
from when we played together
bowling or camping,
a skewed unfortune that whistles away time.
How the ache defines my day
and all i can feel is pain.
Still a hope rests on the shoulders of love/
that word
that word
that word that we can't define alone.

 

What, in this vague bubble
while it seeps,
tries to blur the edges of my speech?
Such a subtle chemical that once
(when i swalled various items)
sought to vent the every emotion or non-emotion of my brain.

Then in years to come
the underage time is over.
Hm but other things wile
whilst i cry at points.
Now
this evening
i lost the mental speech
the speech
the mental slip.
and there i am,
stuttering peoples names repetitively.
They look at me, freaked.
No wonder,
i barely understand
this is some sort of long term pay back for the vodka,
straight
mixed with skittles for added effect.

I'm not surprised,
but oh i am.
Control is lost.
Let's hand it to God.