(AppreCJ8n, 0.4: My Fire Is Her Belly)
Yelpt, S'helpt - woz froze' as magi 'neath tragicomet in desertswelt till my Beloved warmed my luv-
crudstil-
tonny balls on Her brave Belly, so She hadtahelp. But dint haaav ta. By jehovah's rangerover, by
the spina bifters of jah, iadore darling daring patches of blanc-lézardé Cee's bold womb
and itspilotand histracker sisterandsequel, one
of each, cherished inseparable pirates of Her life left for misterhardy, ta whom
my bills are addressed on a hardday. Marks i can scratch whisperers' light by,
mark little lambency of morn laidlow tho' laying glow as mr.gill's unredirected bills
- prev. ten. aintmet
anddintkill ta move 'im on - and Yr own mr.hardy's own red indirect debits flutterdown
like bikinisnow
at a home i'm not, so thatflat i'm not at. o nationalhandbag paytamake me amene attarate
of halfaweek's outgoings if c utthroat public vote mean, but i can't go vast week without
Cee - cost of being homely whenya wanna livealone
butyanot alivest alone. Where i don't feel like i did likeagain was againandagain,
like puerile pure riled 'don't-go-theres! ' don't go there, my gloroovy Girlfriend's. Mr.hardy's on
Her Belly tastay, his gypsy jap's eye bugging Her pearl parlour tastay
snug as a spy of anecdoteless embedment.
Inside Her marbles ofwisdom rollingalong
as i'm snortingHerlong herbalessenced hair.
Tho' by jove's nosejob my cock'd melt, like a surrealex rolist metaphory clock
on Her snowwhite gut,
if C-jane's addictionfan fan
eavesdropta clanger,
andfora scowling embryo arowlin' and howlin' like marlonbrando chuckingthetowelin
the offending innocent gurgabble of windigestion mispitched.
Buccal chuckleyankers might rutilantern embarradish, correctedred,
but in the situcumstances, soothing ta my poet's irresponcivilised radardishes
be squelch of Her borborygmus!
Forethough: i love Belly the way it is, with womanly wounds;
scienartist cyanidus sighingnazi life,
void dad of all our eccentricities,
whose œuvre's crasis also showcases acuity
in commonality could emowrench
a reno mensch - speaks ta me, acquits itself admirably
with this evidence of installations.
But honouromphalos lice is a mister infantiley 'lastic, imaginista
brainiactionhero like marvel's 'stretcho'.
Whomay stretcher 'imself fountain of outofit, xanadude
reveriensleighed on geyser gouch of xanadon'ts, marquis de glissade
within warrenwings, an inward wordless well
ofsoftfocus, a whereafterall caesuraworld...Pregnant?
Pause.
Bottomlinerbuck's journey's end is Bellybutton ends
here where i can see it, tho' noneed ta exorbitantlyexhort
phenolice unwrought
- shapely Bellybearer She'll never
incubate litter o' lices little as bait. Sheisn't impatiently nulliparous spoilsport,
but partner incorrupt,
who'd briskly abort if my infertility cocksup
Goodness itself thanks goodness.
Suffice ta recapitulate for twohundredthrecaptoday,
bliss of barrenness lice's prenupt in the bud,
tho' little Yous are welcome ta what'sleft o' the love You've hogged, my love.
i'm pals and pew-
fellows with the prodigies behind Your Belly's strokes: ferretboy Ouphe,
Your congenially unique Varooka,
whose verse like mine You vivaciously nurse. They're rat 'n' rooster
from the chink astroloado'je-
susless ark extras - creaturely chi in vivariums annuallyvaried
- but from pink chink, living-
stone 'n' stanley who bandied outta redstuffy unborngolia,
gungey province that once swole Her
- wasn't asdabaijan, santa bonjelas or bonjovia!
Like all noughties kids, Her Ceejaybies canbe brittle angel brats, ando'course they're unprecedentedly
compuliterate cats - however v.i.peewees ta whom i owe thanks
for the white stripes on Cee's comely lively flanks,
tallied themselves on Ceejay's blessing Belly. Andwhen there's misbehaviour,
enshrines th'angel in Her, tho' their disgruntled pasttheirbedtime pouts oftpostpone
adultmaterial of Our heaven. If i hadtawait like terry waite waiting for terry rist
ta picka locksmith, wouldwait. Cee's sexualised Belly'll serve my pervon light
first light - wellif welfit sleeper snoringbeauty nexta me overdozes and one of my eyes
don't evercloses it will! Childbearing craquelure allure; telluriantaletelling annotations
ta light's untimely primordial improvisation.
And fleshrunesofreformation, for cotnotched Belly
exaltstentially wonderwrites
the lightlinked days of life
unselfconscious light landed on us
as alltacomes all outstandingoutcomes. Beginningof lice's life's life
meted outon his sundial Herbelly,
seeing my unseeing Zeejay's scars flowingwith sun, being between procreants opens
the dayin a wayso incredibly obvious
andso obviously incredible incredible incredible
that i notice its openness
openly outpouting poets.
Light's a diarist upon Your venter, and the phonenumber of lady life, sanctum sanctorum,
is in the design of Your stretchmarks.
Lightly way likely day starts riffing reflectangled on Ceejay's
sanctummy sanctorso, vangoghcornof healthyyellow 'sif kiddiescribbled sun,
finely pools thruadorns a halidom abdomen.
With parturition's permanentmarker Her kiddies
scribbled babywebribs of mother traces,
like twice clopperpopped pygmy whackojackopollocks.
Ashenafternoons scumble Her streaky stomach,
tenebrously tenuous by muggermaze moonblazle,
whenunclear as a rothko-
pacabanacopia,
pastelaspartyreportage are Bellyglyphics. Ohwot's reallyshon'onnonstop
since You shone up's Yourself, tenacious rarity like yorkgroundsel! Still
humbling how i cannot facscribbley the beauty
of Ceejay's brittle Belly sexier thananyold britney's!
There i warm my day on Her life, where i strayfrom
strife yeah tho' blazing Belly canhave lice
ta righteousness roused,
when the betterman she makes be wanna be
is rugged herald of a haroldramp age
in oneiric profaning of Her Holy Bellyheat:
a blownupgnome ofmullered anomie inmuttmoccasins,
dehylapidrated vag ranter, hoohazhiz wined undineddyin' wits
enflamed defrosting unhoused hands,
engelseyedby an orange that fools' sufferance,
when vestigeal diesel of a roaring petroldrum
setsoff carolinareapersalsa centigrade sedition.
Then eyesofvagabonfire harder than gold
surf the furnace in the visions
of rebelation maneatmandarin tint,
no clementtone, but orange against the machine.
Soberserk rebirth, aggro holism in revol reels
flickers in solidifier fire
of the viscous cylinder, reveals
a scorchbook o' drawings 'n' quarterings,
brickier bindles and guyfawkes' knives,
anarcosyndicollision with the mastercardrace,
nation of blue gross sirs.
O and all the bombzone holylands and marylands
of unclesam the bistianchritch
are also beggingfor such fatwaemfatic disparaging remarx-
istance, tho' now i better 'G-0',
before the americanero gits git their gutbuckets,
pentagon's pentanglebranded goats ta groundzero!
And the georgebushfuneral home on duke nukem street,
the lucozade factory on cool hand luke street;
george borrow road and the barclaystand;
flintstone banksys of l'art rupestre des grottes de chauvet et lascaux;
postlabefaction bigcat chapel fall'ninta laketiticaca; the via po
in turin, where felixfallax sympathetically pounced on a brother of burden
quixotically equine, but claylegged 'n' cogriefshot
hoss at an equal loss in la strada of nietzsche's splintering - as nietz hadna bismuth,
procaine
penicillin, thorny thoughts carved thruthose reins scarecrowds ordained,
before knockingshop knochenkopf, syphilisopher's psychosclerosis
proved analysisparalysis, lethaldosage;
the courts - cheery if you're straight as - huh - madgey stealer, queen cadger, queen cager,
and your crown's ons traight or
you're arslikhanatrix:
all one no place
ofany import if these yer compare
taBellyofHer's so
incomparably irreplaceable, partial reproduction ta meseems futile Bellyfull.
Asformei'dbe
unhappy diluted, happy unadulterated.
Won't brother th'uncle ofno bump, thisisno 'ohhhh brother!'
Forbelly, Yorbelly, Bellylily
o' a 'telligent nude worthy - triomummio notonHernellyneither, She wants Her womb belle
withnil. Cee's belle pot's more newsworthily empty
than wimbledonwanderers' effin' fanless seats
or saddam's silos, w.m.deceit on rogue transatlanticrelationship's sync'd lips.
Bellyfulgent of Ceepingbeauty
so dreamy i dreamt i dreamt Thee
before general paresis o' darkness éclata!
Allofnight's seven nineorfivelike lives i'll smother in my sleep,
ta regain new consciousness anew,
prayeransweringly awakenstill Cee's man.
Pashanswers sharntperish like jizz that reheats
my preekin absorbelly Yorbelly - sought Belly sortedly, par chance, n'opposition pregsents
ta my bollicks nonecbolic. The ink prick is mighter than 10cc of cream commas,
underground overground wombfree
on handwrittencomputerpaper in familysize carrierbag,
all the opposites ta deletion. Chipoff my unearthily elder
blockhead must be unfastened mind, solely, fo' tho' th'arno stately states of mind,
tho' minding's in the mind i was assailing as i was wassailing away.
i've a childlessman's childlike
void wear tomorrows... Glumpen guiltgluts of nuts thatcumtribute to postnatal graffiti guts, but
nutty gutlessness, theprittleprattle of tiny fears knowno bounds - why belchbarking poisonzingking
bacchus spills lives at vindscreenviperroom vomitarium or bar yaccabacackers,
why there'll
lie in me a poet as i lie in really sitting picketing self innerthralled ta recollectionmens' oxygenwhen
i should justlet me be, as She lets me be
on Her belly. Bellybehind which there's a bellows, andaSoul pinnacle
as a stellar eagle, and thefearsome stuffable potential
for more souls that'll always fear some other soul,
nomatterwhat 'prideinyourself' repairing parents who care extol.
Potential for a mixedblessing coz anypotension is a blexed missing, and coz i
w'unt 'awbless' my nads' schemes when baddreams ofsnotpuscularmonsters
'n' chuckydolls streamed snotstached wee weethebedfellows bedtwain Us, and You too would rue
renewing a doglatin duodevicennium of dogtired halfterms termin-
terrrupting - for no nookie near nippers be elementary propriety -
Our genital mutualappreciationsociety.
So i'm no fatherer who'll leave lives in, lines on Yerbelly: i'm the father
of these lines upon the lines upon Ceejay'sbelly.
Poète mais pas papa, ta joustwithjoyce of godlike squint
- i shall notice if You don't quote these keynoteheaps of speech alot,
tho' caringly i sharnt care if You do, that is do don't , cozwhen morrowmornlight
comes at night like an oldskool danishcuckold ghoul,
i'll stillbe stuckinta being alltuckedin not timepunched or pocketwatchbatteredandsalted,
watching whilst Her sleep fits
the rises 'n' falls 'n' falsestarts, the making of the daylight - ain't quite kleinzahloscopic fitsof
saffron, marmalaser, hydratedchromiumsesquioxide, rawumberburntsienna, bottomless
greys... Solar palette of potential barelyup ta Her belly creamascanvas, made my daymake
thelight
sing lysander to king of sunkings. Serious themedmatchstick yokoandmaccaanal,
plastic crack ono tonalwar
poematic day seemssosilly now.