- The Exile
No I never sold off, not in the silence of my sanctuary
I never turned away from my disgust of the bankrupt
Fortress of capitalism, the fruits of cruel depravity
Deep in the culture of fetish and commodity, but stop
There and see that I still love you and think dearly
Of our labours, the struggle in the name of ...
- Libation
Surely as I sit before you, man, do you know how
The apparatus of the cunt needs the tongue of man
It needs yes it needs you to pray kneel between now
And forever, between heaven and god, the lines of tan
Across your chest sinking into that magnificent armoury
Of spurting and pricking weapons, but oh tongue me
Let me ...
- Propaganda
The screen glowed with the propaganda of the right
And never wrong in the comfort of their beliefs their
Followers spread rumours and doctrines with high
Claims and entertainment, they hail emotions where
Questions simply become a Malthusian commitment
To the pillory of The Lazy, The Ignorant, The Poor
Those whose freedom is envied, such resentment
From the middle classes who mimic ...
- Note to Woman
There is rarely the compassion of man amongst these
When a woman surrenders, abandons the fortress of her
Heart, of her soul, and she is favoured in the largesse
Until the realism of her pain appears, for she is woman her
Verity is without conceit, without esteem, she has sinned
By believing the world will not violate her and leave ...
- The Desert
There is rain tonight and the earth smells sweetly
Of a steam hot from deep the caves of Baclayon
The wooden boards beneath my feet are dusty
Where our bodies have so long not pressed upon
With sweat and wine, now here it is like the desert
Of the north, the rain evaporates in the air it never
Touches land, never ...
- Six Laddish Days
Alright, I was wrong, they will bury him on Monday
Early in the morning they will walk that long distance
From here to the burial grounds and that will make
Sweating and palpitations because summer comes
Today, so there are two more nights of craps and ale
To endure, of high pitched men’s voices as if their balls
Hung from their ...
- Dismal
They will bury the dead tomorrow in the early morning
Before the sun wilts the purslane by the windows we
Must pick them and remember the dead we are staying
Home, and tonight will be the last night of their spree
Of ale and game of craps, here the dead is celebrated
By drinking and gambling, bragging, and these men
Strangers ...
- Do You Chat?
“Do you chat?” he asked, and I said yes if he was
Noam Chomsky, and I am sure it is not only I who
Lament the shortage of common intelligence past
The flirting of horny males capable of a few mono
Syllabaries masquerading as Ahrtist Ahngst Ahvant
Please, just chat amongst yourselves lads I keep
Better things to do than watch ...
- A Water Engine
There in a village above us is a machine that pumps
Like a heart, passing from here to there and sucking
From the belly of the earth burrowing through clumps
Of clay and coral stones of a million years sputtering
The hard and heavy water whose sound now absent
From the machine now broken under the incompetence
Of pretentious men knowing ...
- A Coming of Age
It was as if the moon had come down upon this kindred
Not one but many, they were the pure light of vigil
A wake where no one must sleep lest the devil pilfer
His wandering soul, his vulnerable body, a seedling
Hidden in the heart of this old, old man, puerile in his
Desires because he often asked for ...
- Coffee in the Morning
How else could coffee ever be served but in this
Abundantly lavish fashion of cinnamon and honey
Coconut cream and the scent of such, oh this
Swirl of bird song in the morning that cuddle me
Coo me in the warmth of his breasts, how else
Could these carmine berries ever be savoured
But in the pensive touch of his hands, ...
- Formerly
Shyly, the lady of the spheres uncurled her fingers
Patted the sopping earth with her hand
The pilgrims stopped at her feet to bask slivers
Of her skin upon their heads dusting the sand
That gathered on their eyelashes acquired
From the desert and its sunless dunes
When gales wrung themselves still as conspired
And the rain simmered indignant until soots
Caked the ...
- Meditation in the Outbreak of War
Blue
is the colour of
their skins and
their deserts weave
a billow of tears an
oasis of blood and
I weep of the spears
stabbed into their flesh
by the soldiers of
The Great Country
a slaughter of yearlings
the Campaign of Subversion
the voice of
the False Prophet
Look
the children dream of
locusts in the night and
they lose their teeth to
the yellow cakes of the
valley, their skins to
the ...
- Deplungerst Plundeterre (fatima ex machina)
With
great trepidation I plunged the
murky depths
my first attempt
turned
the plunger inside
out!
but
undeterred I plunged
plunged
on until the
toilet began to moan and
I
knew victory was in
sight
bravely I
plunged
on
and after
...
- Asurablé, levita: Conversariandus Intimatus (fatima ex machina)
tonight
my wife is back
I am weak at
talk of
her
faithlessness
sweat drips down my
legs and
I loathe
not to ask
(Conversari)
“There is muschatter lately, chattersight of your carapacioue.”
“What exhaustures. Look at them as sucomplements.”
“But you aback me. We do not thevitate nor ...
- Angeluciene Whandoor (fatima ex machina)
of course, I really
didn’t know
he was this
animal,
he
was
different
he
cared for my
soul
he was poor
and
he grew
the
most beautiful flowers
he
listened to me
he came on
a
train journey that God
sent
...
- Cardiodementia con Pulmonoputa (fatima ex machina)
you be my candito primero para menitomentis para denios para dismiso y cardiodementia con pulmonoputa, putahombre traughedios porque deniere mis offeredios pazmortum
so
bres anever
amemberden
o burden ofinitome tu me frome
breache
breache
breache
and
so
...
- Sicknesslickunstime (fatima ex machina)
now
a sigh
a time
for in betweenness
please such sweetness
tonight
Tocatch toglimpse
tosteal
that splendid sight of
your
Hand (is that your hand?)
Is that you lonesome are you
lonesome bedsome
woo
my
loveleed
sight
of
wuss and
wank a
smile
a
sigh oh!
...
- Cipherstasy (fatima ex machina)
Lightly moving flowing
soaking
So nice isn’t it so
cool to the
skin where the lines
are
drawn freely but not
too carefully with certainty
Certainly
free to follow
the
form
and not digress with the
flow
free to follow the form
and
not
...
- Phallictant Flirt (fatima ex machina)
fling my swineredge
that cuck
a
Rush
of blood to forego
to
Foregot
disbegot the memory of my gaping mouth
but
alas! there
is no pearl that customarily
falls
from his core
Whore
am I
who but a whore-wife
ecstashameless whore-wife
waiting for
the ...
- Exhumandi Caro (fatima ex machina)
the smog
of humanity
the carclang
of
the
wind
desecraplesses
your carcass skin
your hair
the city-fry
adds
Guttural
to the
Chancarbon wissonnance
and
tonnagutter
the hapless tuning smoke
of
the
window wang
Offending smells
fog of
the city
of
carbon
wishang fiddlang for
the ...
- Absentocalumny Love (fatima ex machina)
leave the
rest (of them)
and I will
wait
each
day warmed
with
my portion of
fish
and
rice in the wreck of
ardent
Absent
desire but oh! where are you my love
why (went shopping for rubber)
so far so long
away
awayward way to wait
from ...
- Sterlissimo Capturablese di CCTV (fatima ex machina)
last night was
clear as daylight
your hands on
the cctv
time
lapse
lapse lapse lapsing
imaging the objective
multiplex
eye of
he doth
pose and moan this sexing cctv
Who else ’twas clear
as
daylight
Who else ’twas clear
we are real
...
- Skingerstrut (fatima ex machina)
grinding skins on sorest edges of thy
Teeth thy frightful
laugh thy
sly lousy strut
like the edges
of an old
tooth
raw skin and
nails
Slay this
finicus
with the
focus of
of ...
- Stramuranteril Echombassboom (fatima ex machina)
paw
me
Merciless prick on my
cold
Lolled cheek
chankered
and cankered
my
blood in the
lamplight
morgue
Lord will that
ever make my
soul jump
with joy
my eyes pop
with joy my eyes pop with joy
my eyes
pop
my
blood
in ...