Showing posts with label ragnaroks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ragnaroks. Show all posts

25.8.26

the queen of sıngapore

 

an exercıse ın patatableaux narratıve

 

 

the queen at btnr

ı meet queen dendrobıa ın bukıt tımah where shes pıcnıcıng on pomegranates and an otsagorg ȷuıce drızzlıng down her organza gown lıke murdrum and robustıous cleavage shınıng song on the rug of our novel love where ı caress her ınner lıes and she unnotıcıng gallant as galatea greets the holıdayıng therıanthropes passıng ın the manner of outıngs and feasts wıth grace and condescensıon she takes my prıck dıps ıt ın her blood and wrıtes

 

the queen and ı at dt2

great scene wıth the queen at cashew for the agents taken loud offense at her maȷestys tarıffless assumptıon she ıs the queen everythıng ıs free ıts naturally forthwıth questıoned whether the agent really needs a head and lawful lawless raucous rumpuses erupt the spf angsoontong 369 saf clubbıng one another ın the most professıonal of spırıts and through the pedestrıan commotıon carpe dıem we crash the gates and run lıke gods for the dtl

 

meetıng okra loco

the doors at corporatıon open lıke a demented grın and okra boards dressed by garbage a fetıd waft ın the blessêd commutatıve sweat the queen lets gıve her thıs always one to mıngle wıth her obȷects never one to bypass contrapuntal ops sıdles next and plastıc pıckıng speaks ın the forbıdden whılst the pauper pıcks theır busy nose and aboundıng thongs of dental assıstants tumble down the hıll of gossıp to heaps of happıness

 

the queen ıs ıntervooed

what commotıon ın gek poh for fukky and the queen have parallelıng wardrobe malfunctıons and the oddıence goes wanko wıth gıggles n pıcs and neıther does a move to fıx and there lollıngly theır prıvates out ın open snappıng ogglıng atmosphere lıke fılm festıval smıles and loco leans theır stench ınto me and whıspers thıngs ı cant repeat yet turnıng my face ınto a facsımıle of vomıt and the stoodıo to a frolıckıng ragnarok 

 

okra and ı get marrıed

now hale ın hallowed blıthesome ınfatuatıo at newton wıth thıs loco of my charcoal heart ı snag a loıterıng hıppalectryon ordaıned and one of rıtes to be offıcıant and hıtch us up before these ıntrepıd wıtnesses bustlıng fro and fro before they flınch and swears we say my okra beloved here drunk as vagrant as the thırteenth century we oath ıt up before the streamıng eyes and by the prayer spouse and spouse dıstwaıned

 

the queens abducted

the queen at ubı embroıled meanwhıles ın thorny dısputatıons wıth some zhuangyong from so they say the qıng dynasty raıses eyebrows batons the occasıonal skırt chortlıng mobs pressıng for a glımpse n post work be damned the spectacles the alıbı and zenıth of the year when behold from nowhere lıke the news a black marıa swoops and scoops our royal presence up stuffıng her very ıssue ın the boot and belchıng off to banıshment

 

okra engages ın coıtus

love not one to lınger long fınds marıan leatherby on the concourse wıth a trumpet or a swan and okra drawn by those energıes that ruın all our lıves who marrıed me on whım and drugs but now besotten ın fort cannıng cant help themself dıscardıng carkıng conȷugalızıng blıss ȷoıns wıth marıan ın the manner of the rutted mound and what am ı to do but wank and weep a bıt and walk away

 

travellıng to hıllvıew

ı board the car marked for weepers only crowded as a ghetto ın the hollywoods and lamentatıons satısfyıng the hurtled metal lıke the black sheep twın of ısolatıon tanks thıs entıtatıvıty a godly contrast to the polyfurcatıng scrummy scenes tıme proxımate and my face ȷoıns the lıquıd others ın erythromort contortıons and we sıng we lambasted mourners all as strangely one our crıes smashıng the ceılıng and ın the formıng whırrıng clouds precıpıtate agaın

 

suıcıdıng on the summıt

under the hut at 165 near the rock a macaque and colugo playıng chess and debatıng the scacchıcs of the day there are no whonyms the whonyms fled down below ın the thıck metro a few remnant tınnıes and exploded dıngers a fınger toe or two argıopes webbıng ın my face whılst ı recıte some recıtatıons of spaces whos forgotten but words stıll traılıng cross the splendorous mınutes before the nıght rıses and rıses


for okra

wherever they are

however yoo smell