XII: PIMP

Rs: Pgs 40-20 Canongate ed. 2008

in the old biblical city of sodom

i saw her slide into her sleek caddie

she was doomed to set up my disasters

at the chapel window staring

he had finished the sistine chapel ceiling

he was in a laughing fit

a slimy thread of flesh dangling

don’t worry about me jesus will protect me

take this book and study it

lord have mercy how i hated them

every hour or so the lights went out

a hundred feet ahead i saw the mystery

vibrating with horse

a religious fanatic now

he looked down at me

my blood ran cold i put my clothes on

obeyed the code

tied into a pretzel drunk as hell

she saw me a wild heart beat after i saw her

fists and muscle

i couldn’t find the strength to get off

IX: THE VOIDOID

[Rlzz cutout words pgs 51-31 Codex edition 1996 (mst expensv bk i own)]

 blond beard stubble and glasses with pink

this is what the hole is for

always threw up on gags

lips is working

poison will supply a serum

bent like a fetus except for her erect

brown skin of a torso

and today’s garbage

built on piers that faced

huge creatures circling the rocks

the scaled, gilled necklasses of the oceans

within a pink water bubble

please kill me right across the floor

bite his tongue off

hydrochloric acid if he could

be the person you loved first

like a worm in a heart

lying down in love

that’s death is this being dead

is this the battle between microbes

swaying into pure joy

XI: LOG OF THE S.S. MRS. UNGUENTINE

Rules pgs 81-61 Dalkey archive ed. 2008

i could open the porthole only at midnight

a duck was killed

the rising crescendo of livestock in panic

live long enough to lay more eggs

dumped finally overboard to feed the fish

slipping and screaming

fat and lethargic

drank flames at dawn

calm and moonless

a sort of delerium

a parasite bloated near to madness with overeating

my body

bananas? peanuts? avacadoes? milkshakes?

i ate and ate

my best jam

bubbled with sheet lightning

noisily at high speed

brilliant matt orange

where has your body gone?

a cup, also a biscuit

my body vanished

X: A NIGHT OF SERIOUS DRINKING

[Rs pgs 89-69 shambhala ed. 1979 trans. david coward & e.a. lovatt]

some recommended brutal methods of suicide

how do the surplus bodies manage to get away

take your time about it 

magi, magicians and magic would you care to follow me

this is a magic weapon a single well aimed blow

through clothing

beneath the harsh words the better to

get out of here

following with a pencil and map

me

hot water and a lump of ice

psychogeography the science of residue

it emerges from the reciprocal action of knowing

three dimensional continuum

stretches to nothing with holes

elimination, reconstruction, transposition

physical education

the joy of possessing nothing

flabby globe into a vortex

VIII: QUEER

[Rz, pgs 82-62 Picador edition 1985]

yak milk for breakfast, yak curds for lunch, and for dinner a yak

that looked like old burlap sacks

sensible and calm

let’s have a drink

a cocktail

a small piece of opium with black coffee

they all looked vaguely uneasy

sit down at the table

…

the bar was nearly empty

i swear by my mother’s cunt

reach down into your grease pig

you cheap bastard

bring the tomato juice over

a game for thinking machines

he drank the coffee

felt he was being sucked

looked at the ground as if his stomach hurt

a physical pain as

he sipped the tomato juice in silence

cold and slippery