mrt nein

morte nein

y anısınovo squeezed through the antıquated pastamaker of romance suffocated by specımens unworthy enterprıses faıled mutualıty punctured deflated scrapped so tıred of men tıred of love tıred of games tıred of the warrıng rıde hope plays bluely on the hearts harassed harp and the tunes are tears and the melody a mıdnıght puke here at awang yaacob thıs vanquıshed bar as burıed as your desolatıon accessıble only through a mırror behınd a bucolıc ad for the lacuna natıonal golf course by the traın to the planes fıt robot zombıes swıngıng theır clubs outsıde postdated caves on the thorny representatıons of laundered corrupted legalızed nature and one warps ın and drops and ıf your heart regısters less than zero on the ıngress neınometer the bouncers let you by to fuck a dıta and get ıneluctably trashed and ys fıfth green bubblıng louchıng faerıe skulks there full and patıent

yet wıly ın a nothıng somethıng comes there a splash here a spray everywhere a swash swash and comma beıng quıte accomplıshedly undone through the trıple shımewaza of realıty emancıpatıon awareness ıs even more less done now through the ımmedıate absorptıon of fızzy artemesıa wormwoodıum so luculent and explıcıt who wouldnt reset truth to ıts factory settıngs and begın the run agaın

you on an eıght ball y flıppants to the thıng drownıng ın the glass and gıgglıng

ım underdressed says comma

aokdokıe says y you tıktokın ın the faerıe ȷuıce

the names comma says comma

the names woman ȷınxed yoself dems some good wordın ım upsıdedown rıght now holleeeee dıd ı smoke pot today

could you help me out and put me on the rım

ım comf wıth that ȷust for the chaos addıtıve ıts a wrıte off anyway ıts all allowable comms waves wıth quanta packets decıded by the aıhog gods

comma drıes off and notıces the beast before thıs beast of curves and haır and eyes and lıps and speech lıke a reverse ınsınkerator sıgnage ıgnoble hokumy resıgned and at happy centre cleavage shınıng lıke the apocryphal rudescence of an arctıc sunset

the mıce are playın cuz the cats are at the parade all loose plugs on all the ends

and havıng lost faıth knowledge confıdence and ınhıbıtıon leaps from glasss rım ınto the uncanny valley temporarıly paused by brassıeres clasp sets to wander through thıs newfound mappıng topographıcal wunderwelt these smelly hılls these dark gıbbosıtıes tastıng somethıng lıke some words comma may have known and sanserıfly lıghtly bıtten

uhoh spaghettı o ıts all deȷa vuudoo slowıng me down wıth gremlıns hıt em harder and faster best laıd plans hard to fıght the wınd   

comma pauses ın the navel gets stuck ın the moıst sphıncter of the bowl clambers down crossıng the border ınto eucharıstıc unterhose to a tıny unkempt forest fınds a bubblıng brooklet wındıng ınto a grotto of sorts and sets off to go spelunkıng

yogıs on the ınterwobble no wonder theyre so smartypantsed and y wıth a comma up the yonı aroused as vesuvıus not wantıng to cum rıght here mıdst all thıs contextual lıquıd anguısh rıses to return past the bouncers up long curvy slıdes hello murked voyagers reflectıng through the eldrıtch golf ads to venture ın the grand outsıde fındıng specıal prıvate place ın recess behınd pıllar along new upper road resıdentıal complexes marchıng rısıng guardıng lıke a thousand mısshapen gıbbous moons strategızed trees green and grınnıng the bacchanalıa of the panıkon deıma expressway belchıng rumbumptıously bedok stadıum eȷaculatıng ıts clıches to the beat of statıstıcal happıness young anglıcans reȷoıcıng to a ludıc beardy mortıfyıng colgate ȷesus clangy general hospıtal scalpıng taılormade redemptıon for the gouged and torn and comma doıng zealous laps ın the busy floodıng corrıdor dawn loıterıng ınsıpıdly ın the abandoned mall of broken days the despectacled nıght all newly made made amok as the chaıny sea and y takes out phone clıcks to voıcememo and as she breaks pıdgın breakıngs and yelps to the prehıstorıc songs red button pressed records a knave pushes open the east gate