desperate to glutch
Angelic choir’s mis-pitched, frenzied, polydogmatic variances of stuttered excitable sub-liturgical multi-layered utter; “yeh! yay!”… “fuck, fuck, fuckety!”… “I swear on m’muvvers life, bro!”… “luv it! I luv it!”… “fab! fabby! fabbo!”… “c’mon y’bastardo, let’s do it! let’s do it!”
Yet, the cumliest of coves oft’ metronomically pick, eat or flick scabs, snot, pus, spots whilst in indolent feckless loiter on hazed dancefloor margins, whilst ligger libated, their loose lip-sync and louche ad-lib relay; all écoutez et répètez their dollar store compliments, all touchez et encoulez with their dollar store condoms and lube –
The smarm of their Crisco lip-gloss kisses on the folds of tacos, both soft and crispy. Fingertips meet in the middle of burritos a sensu-sexual connection in the moist guac-salsa lava, a promise, perhaps, of what the night might yet bring, once the filling is tongued out to mux with the salivation of hurried mastication, mushing and melding to gulped gorged paste until, “ho-ho, ha-ha, hark!” the smulchy smutch of belch all musty scented in its wafting reek of exegeses, verging on the stench of excremental in the way that spicy meatiness can; perhaps vomit to follow with a sylvan glint to the remnants of chomped nachos suppurating in now bilious, puked gin.
samples of serrating
not just the Hammond organ weeping its omnichordal, pat, rote vengeance: its minims like malignant sonic discuses to dodge, crotchets like carefree frisbees flung at we tuneless paradroids, our two left feet skirting, leaden toed, down ‘Ecliptic Avenue’ waiting for the song of the klaxonikovs™ dispensed from panoptic hulled-out former church bell-towers now showering semtextuality.
what, now, are the strictions of any remnant scripture? what be its prescriptions of cum-in-bum fuckyfun? who are the hallowed, holy screwable? can it be you, me, anyone to mux merry in a maxfux force 12 manlove orgy?
i pronounce the anoint of spendings; happy are we who believe without seeing and yet taste the divine time after time in the state sanctioned darkrooms of our choosing. happy are those who are called to that supper, brother!
Loose-leaf, limply stroke
And I must confess that we, screw-skewy flappers and fopps in mass-choreo trip-up ‘pon t’sluicing downforce aggregate of plenty bunk-ups in downy hollows of crunked slag-tips, so sudden, so sodden spunk slewn! yea! we, allsorts, assorted there; aquiver slither in buck fuck-arcing imbalance, primed to topple, to vector our heads already too full of the crushed gypsum of hopes! Hopes now piecemeal of deadweight, of after-party, lights-up darting scan, stippled and ridged by defter excoriations of such filleting aspiration to prey, or be so: we, such a quorum of quarry as is quarried by the predatory smalltown swinger frenemies who puncture words of love with punctum eyes.
“Sex is just sex; it fulfils a need, like a Quarterpounder Cheese at ye olde Maccy D’s, like a Quesarito at Taco Bell, so go to hell with cock-block ersatz talk of a ‘tomorrow’ you purport to see in my averted eyes!”
We slip-slide on the cinders and tinders of incinerated hearts, our resultant regnant concussion the causative agent of such coarse, unsifted, knockabout impulse; threatening oneself, “Taste fist, oh mascu-bitch!”, yet wondering where the voice came from –
So, we sully in percussive retaliatory head/butt rally; we meld our soft-lad once mellow, mallow brains into these sedimented rumours that now range and rage and take aim and I see the grit in your asshole was no pearl in a shell for the bittersweet biter bit and his fall guy who finally fell.
Barney Ashton-Bullock is widely published in cult poetry journals in the UK, Eire, the US and Canada. His recent books are the pamphlet ‘Café Kaput!’ (2020, Broken Sleep) and the two poetry collections, ‘F**kpig Zeitgeist!’ (2021, Cherry Red) and ‘Bucolicism’ (2021, Cherry Red) which sit alongside his hybrid poetry/pop/theatre albums and concerts with Erasure’s Andy Bell (as ‘Andy Bell is Torsten’) and his spoken word passages on the albums of the Downes Braide Association.
