Fade...about

White and sandaled
Some Greek treasure
Not yet

Picked and pruned
Still to be
Ruined

That'll come enough
To be called
Soon

When you least expect it

It can come any time
A hot iron up the ass
A belly stuffed of Lamprey’s

Ruptured bladder
A fuck up transfusion
A tennis ball

Poison poured in the ear
A chicken
Eaten
Before the juices run clear

Getting lost in a forest
Decapitation
Unearthed microphones

Watch yourself
It can come at any time

Young 'un

Mothers salt and foremilk
The first born boy
Sucks

Cartilige and membranes
Form and glue
In nature's
Mold

The crosseyed flamenco guitarist Vargas
Only picked the thing up and sang
After fighting
With his Gitano girlfriend

These women know how to
Frustrate
Know
What to cut with

They read Lorca's Romancero Gitano
They bite and squeese

As Vargas tried to play the fandango
She'd tap a Zambra
And throw roasted corn
At his strings

La mañana

Mornings in Spain are good for empty headed men with notebooks.

With a chocolate milk cure
and a smoke
On Calle de Atocha

This polka dot dress belleza
Eyed me at the parada
De autobús

She walked over and asked
For one

I pulled out the pack
Dropped my pen
Then my sunglasses

And mentioned
'No habla Español'

She lit and with ease
And that dress she smiled
and said
'Enjoy your breakfast.'

I did.

Is it?

Written a few weeks ago in Parque del Buen Retiro: "The lungs of Madrid".

A capital bear chasing a fish
Giant fingernails and a waistcoat
A beer glass
Toilet roll

Mickey Mouse eating a banana
A miami wig
Scissors
Ice cubes

A heeled shoe
An oven glove
Pig's legs
A lunch tongue

Sesos with teethmarks
Decapitated cabeza's
A bottom lip
Three tits

A baseball bat
A sausage gun
A hand with three digits

Such As

Dedicated to you know who



Nature has a dumb gift
But suceeds in dissolute beauties
Such as you

Chemistry of mind and body
Baffle this battered
and bewildered

Prick with a pen