(AppreCJ8n, 0.33: Hair And Tears In Ash And Tippex)
rebounding disrepute i was in with me as me. No wan nonone now an emogold 'un,
alchemboldened by a chrysalias that's me classed Her sparkling audient;
metamorefixed like fullon moon swollen maxwax inta gorgonzola ghostgong watts
ever aurummer. Whobefore was 'e ooo might ofquotes, stylishly boohoo'd, top-
sobbed, 'est quaedam flere voluptuptas'. i woes affecting being blasé
as a boob or a sillycone oomlaater, but the pivotal oojakapivvy flopped,
so i'd just unwittily weep over mifeet - n'mind whowouldastunkit - o t'ohvidabove!
Coz my voluptopus flair, ay, quairs edam too,
my pundiggerel stinking like stinkingbishop
of spentconsumerbromhidrosis
between droppers' plodderstobs
at busstops obsolescent as, oh, video
or apobble'sguidetahistoes,
where big 'um chief running camembert foot
had been pipped ta the stog
on dies nefasti when buses don't stop.
But lovedrouthy monthpaced bluesdayblendsdayblursdays nowdo emicate
poe-
urple squirrel special as a leapbirthday,
at drop of indigo i don't cry 'wendigo' or even 'littlesthobo',
since missmarpleeyed cupid, my paydirtbroker, resolved me remixed me
merixed all better
in a monogamy of nonwashings of the wunderschön blondibrowniness,
boyfchewed and tear-
dewd, wirey and perfumed, allied place in Her
hair. Cee's, where the rationale of tears cannot real okay ta
- 'suncanny how relocay
with Her! Hoc erat in votis - has a superhearer, m.i.a. sanegod, deisttripper
remerged 'n' reemerged ta sobstitute searing sobs
with doublefountducts' rain of relief? What jesus wept didn't shine
as goldenblue as these new topsyteary, topbanana tears
of love's trumps thatturnedup,
nor does sandwichinghour sun coruscate
o'er n'orleanblue
continents o' icaroskeletones' starblond bones
asgolden asmy goldenrose blue eyes reassembling
no prosopopoeia, but sheer peeerless Mulliebrity,
not romeo's julie its deputy,
but Cee thru my transbluesent retinotopy adulatory.
Coz the bad blue blub of hardwatermarks
that rundown a heaven's airbrushed, airternally if Yercanbring
love t'everything i've been, Cee
- love the beeninuptanow beendone me?
Cradle my cotdead ego, coddle me like a critic
whose hate is not in it, an acritical Acolice aching for Her cornball?
Love new fanged goal of eloqueasy writes
that're dense payment and spentness, mybalance?!