(AppreCJ8n, 0.37: Frottager's Folly: A Pledge)
The pastwas as extrashit as a shitholiday, unholy
site of unholy bulldozers w'out You,
Cee my hygienic xena, buxompixie dhobi o' glows,
who devi-
ated whooshsolaires and löyly flares
ofepsomsalts ontoast and implodingholyghosts
of instress
- ta purusha recupurged, spruked my soul.
She cleanunclots
'nelephant's squat of revoltang elementswhere, doh, b.o. glows.
Good bloodless christmas
my soft toying, Yourcore augur.
Gifts? i'll tran'spit my sport with a kiss so Cee can spit
my spitat 'lectricshitpump bints like kaplinsky or titmuss.
Rifts? i willingly pledge ta YaYou will neverhavta forgiveandreforgive,
or come ta never
forgive frottagers's folly, that brushing against against the law
onmy part, neverbawl decibawling freturbed
bymy part intransportpol icewomen'sturbulant threatsalerting
other perverts hangingfive, and the perverse commuters and the perverted
police hanging fiveperverts - in fascistnavyblue black
as an unbungling burglar's work-
attire, bobbarians who should but don't doff their woodentops
ta citizensinlove. Deserted
the disassociative dangers, notcoz plods plunder suspectpool of longtermfired
underunderpaid underundergarmented commandosoftheenglishlanguish. No, for
wonderful danger worse - of a home where i detect affection!
Ceej my kissile bolts inside, ar nurfuk bloike's hum be 'ez Gudwummun .
Missin' Cee'n allthefutures, tillmorrow, overmorrow,
thenday after everaft if the present's notin Her
hair, here straightabbacky blonde, here hashishbrownish
as th'offshoot upshot not rootorpollen of my pollution, tho' muchless subfusc.
i pledge and promise You'll neverhavta promise
coz i've pledged me my Cee so Us match. i won't make it if i unmake
this love 'IT', mock a harsh of this ultimIT - arrright 'ot', 'et' ,'ut',
'i... slipcrashslashdashqwerty'. She's promised me a phew, forty or fifty,
valentine's visitingdays q-piddy ain't got me on remand.
And a holding hand