Corpsey

bandz ahoy
Tomorrow as a tribute to @craner I shall attempt a Clogyrnach about wanking
Clogyrnach is a Welsh poetic meter that falls under the poetic form of awdl (odes). Clogyrnach are composed of any number of 6-line stanzas. Each stanza has 32 syllables. The first couplet is 8 syllables with an end rhyme of aa, the second couplet is 5 syllables with an end rhyme of bb, and the final couplet is is 3 syllables with an end rhyme of ba. In some variations the poem is written as a 5-line stanza with the 5th line composed of 6 syllables.

The Pink Dragon of Barry Island

Dedicated to Oliver @craner, il miglior masturbatore

I grab my rigid flesh pole tight
And think about that fabled night
When once I was kissed
When drugged up and pissed
And jizz white.
 

luka

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I am wanking, all the long day
In my bedroom, by myself
I am loving, in the wrong way
With the rubberthing off my shelf
Come and smell my fetid schlong spray
It's Ding my Dong day - to your health!

I am loving, in the wrong way
With the rubberthing off my shelf
Playing alone, not Donkey Kong play
Flesh ob-long play, shame and stealth
Come and smell my fetid schlong spray
It's Ding my dong day – to your health!

Playing alone, not Donkey Kong play
Flesh ob-long play, shame and stealth
For my own fun, I am not paid
Pearly drops make all my wealth
Come and smell my fetid schlong spray
It's Ding my Dong day - to your health!

For my own fun, I am not paid
Pearly drops make all my wealth
I am wanking, all the long day
In my bedroom, by myself
Come and smell my fetid schlong spray
It's Ding my Dong day - to your health!
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poetix

we murder to dissect
WANKING VILLANELLE

When seconds tick to midnight on the clock,
my fecund brain sends racy thoughts my way;
then under eiderdown I stroke my cock

with gentle strokes at first, so that my sock
may soft sensations to my glans convey,
while fantasies unbidden to me flock

of nubile lovelies queueing round the block
their tenderest regards to me to pay.
Soon under eiderdown I stroke my cock

with vigour now to make the headboard rock,
the curtains quiver and the lampshade sway,
as fantasies forbidden to me flock

of acts unheard of since the Belle Époque
with chorus-lines of girls in swell array
who, under eiderdown, will stroke my cock.

The ship of love is cruising into dock,
the yacht is gliding onwards to the bay
as fantasies abounding to me flock
and under eiderdown I stroke my cock.
 
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Corpsey

bandz ahoy
WANKING VILLANELLE

When seconds tick to midnight on the clock,
my fecund brain sends racy thoughts my way;
then under eiderdown I stroke my cock

with gentle strokes at first, so that my sock
may soft sensations to my glans convey,
while fantasies unbidden to me flock

of nubile lovelies queueing round the block
their tenderest regards to me to pay.
Soon under eiderdown I stroke my cock

with vigour now to make the headboard rock,
the curtains quiver and the lampshade sway,
as fantasies forbidden to me flock

of acts unheard of since the Belle Époque
with chorus-lines of girls in swell array
who, under eiderdown, will stroke my cock.

The ship of love is cruising into dock,
the yacht is gliding onwards to the bay
as fantasies abounding to me flock
and under eiderdown I stroke my cock.
If you told me this was written by Sir Philip Sidney I'd never contradict you.
 

luka

Well-known member
an old dead computer has been resserected giving me access to the things i was writing shortly before i started doing the outdoor gig. trying to find my feet again. not really flowing or confident or anything. 2016-2017. the scree cycle.

please read them aloud to your children, or out an open window, in booming brian blessed voice.
 
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luka

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Scree mumble some greater avalanche/this scene is played out on precipice/dancing ledge, as usual.
Gauge the extent by survey/slip into something/
amenable. A hint at modulation or/ detour through scenic valley.
Peak to peak and pass to pass/contaminated gestures/detox liver in brazen existential renewal.
that I never felt more sorry in all my life, said Kit, who was a very kind hearted fellow
and fellow feeling faultless is all apology/as the full horror is uncovered to recoil.
I guess it’s too much to ask/fall silent.
The need betrays us/prey to suggestion/certain influences/being malign and bitch to shake.
So escape is a temporary twinkling/skylight/the stars reach fingers through.

scree maintenance in shark park/the backbiting is mutual and circular/so only cigarettes mark a temporary truce.
Tethered to this orbit/the spin-cycle sets an agenda we are always 7 steps behind/
Competing fictions are the trousers around the ankles/stumbling we can’t step out of/
The Real recedes/never becoming apparent till retrospect/and the damage done.

Dull spirit level – divulge the temperature of the undertaking/tarot tablet/touch screen/spin the wheel and pick a number/the hot-desking reached boiling point/scarecrows ward off the part-timers/serious business this; voodoo or/beady-eyed conjuration/from the cheap-seats/it’s hard to say.

Yes Bill, that’s about the grist of it/all the graft that’s fit to tell/it’s settled on a handshake/so any papertrail is blind alley by design/and it’s words against words in a court of law/
That we all have our pox to share/and redemption is a weekend purchased at high price/
Is not to lose perspective/or to say there is no Enemy but us
Or step daintily to one side as if to avoid/this fight to the death.

scree surplus/rock glut/
debris/geological evidence amassed and uncatalogued /
the secrets of crystal exchange/quartz intercourse/
stockpiled here/and uninterpreted.
databank in debt
run on/run off/temporary cycle of exchange
and accumulation. The horde.

mass in movement gathers
momentum/headlong to crash/head-on collision
with fact
there is no value here/just air
in a sausage skin.

scree circuit/skim surface gilts/siphon gains
finders keepers/the angels share
there is no money here/
no tools, no cash, no cigarettes/on the premises
no substance to the claim/just chutzpah
and an appetite for the high wire/
if the ship comes in
 

luka

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the money doubles/if it sinks/the investment was
merely nominal and no matter/eye-pearls and so on/
the seaweed on the bone.

scree deposit multiplies/
the asset mantle/
SLUSH GLACIER/this sloth accumulator/gouges
a channel from the rock.

quarry coins, cash converter, the land's a well of wealth./
the trick is/to name it mine.

Scree sandwich. Slop it up/grit mouths
Gut infection/morbid obese and swelling/the stuffing
Fit to burst.
Intestine leaks/and the
belly biome/denuded. Debris
the eye-white yellowed/and sense
sluggish. The blood
dull in the veins. \cancer farms
the cruelty chronic/
and no longer registers/is
calloused/supermarket sweep
sugar rush/glucose tolerance/suck
it up/straw-in-the-nose/scree sausage
it’s pink goo-pastelike meat product/
\catch it while you can/

scree murmur/rock art
the face tattooed/with petroglyphs/
sun-shaft/
to penumbra/pellucid/
in early AM-
dawn-rift/diamond/and first footprints/
the grass basin/
and the birds in uproar.
 

luka

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Scree mandate/on fire/and smoke
vies with cloud/shadows the
city over/burnt alive/black stone/
This/austere monolith/livid wound/
is trauma./Permanent and caustic/
The wages of greed/writ large.

Scree Circle/this shoddy crop of grifters/guffawing/
and grasping/all handshakes and back-claps/
Yellow teeth in red faces/grinning glazed hams/
Graft for granted/self-service/and pile the plate
to toppling.
What wizard wheeze/scum-cunts/conscienceless/
all good gutted/smoked glass/and the frictionless/
passage through space/the vantage-penthouse/
corner office/boardroom/the insulation/is total
and deliberate/and designed to exclude/reality/
everything at this level/runs on vapours/air
beneath it/cash ex nihilo/and coffers/
stuffed to bursting/consequences/are what
happens to other people/subjects;/the megaphone/
din drowns out the human voice/head
lines/the only news that matters/the
pollution/of the information supply/hate/
admixed with it/adulterated with lies/common
prurience/the cocked eyebrow/of innuendo/
takeover total/and can’t be overstated/
the Hebdomad/presiding over this/cheap
and jerry-built machine.

Scree scraps/pick/piggy-litter/pink parade/
Milksops/teat-tied/12/British Landrace/brit-
Bred/fierce pride/the virtues/of an island/
Tribe/teary-eyed/to treat of it.
Suckling/the consumer demand for cheap
Protein/porcine stress syndrome/classic
Swine fever/pork plagues/full English/
Lashings of rashers/boiled bacon/bled
To black death.

Scree factory/churn out plump pink sausages/by the million/masses/
Huddled/heart-sore/squashed together/alone/
Through the mill/paste-product/branded/bought.
O!/sigh/involuntary expulsion/of stale air/romance/
Is lack of love.
 

luka

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Scree ship/set sail/west/where/
Sets sun/
U
S
A/big/brazen/brass
Big cars/long roads/
AM rock radio/space/
Is the solitary condition.
Squint/stare in distance/
Dissolves into heat-shimmer/
Jellied air/desert/
Punch the sky/the tone/
Triumphal/trumps/
Mortality/burger
Wrapping in the wind.
Back-pocket-bandana/
Black leather/Jack/
Enduring freedom/
It’s interminable.
Some officers left their own graffiti:
"LAPD Rules." "Rollin' 30s Die."
Cop that scuzzball/the skull-
Mask/grinning/our occupation/
Squatting/in the dust/the punishment
Due.
Sham sausage/desolation play/
Chrome fenders/ostrich
Enlightenment/macaroni salad/
Fastidious hygiene/floss/scrub/
Rinse/it’s guilt soap suds/
Saucy in the processed air.

Scree lyric/love leaping/laughs
The brawling brook/look
All lavish nature/pretty
As a picture book/poised
At peak-point/and the
Pitch of emotion/exalted.
Privileged/they call it-¬
To catch bird-trill
And twittering/in joyful
Air/as mist sweeps in
as wave/or sun
splinters cloud/
cracks the cumulus/
Light-ribs/reach the
hill horizon/
A buzzard/
Broaches the wind.
Elevated vantage/
Not gored/from the
Dust-crumbs/of daily
Graft and dull struggle/
the leisure class/and
moleskines in gortex
/lilting lyric
is song/the overspilling
heart/the heat
and happy surplus.
 

luka

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Screenomics. Simple/keep it in motion/
the valve is sphincter/unblock the turd-hoard
tightarse/and burn the surplus/
in celebration.

scree soup/the cosmic slop/the life-stock/
globules and blobules of biotic bits bob
inanely on its surface/LIGHTNING STRIKE/activates
the latent potential/777/
it's science/chalked out
on classroom blackboard
\
/
\
V
Happenstance, Henry/the Haccidents
of Dynamic Systems/coalescing into complexity/
polymers to paramours/-
wing-beats breed hurricanes/wind-whirl/conjures
Civilizations to rise from river mud/gods to ghost from sunbeams
and dryads
from slender birch.

Scree maxim
Serenity is the last resort of the rascal/
Snap out of it sausage, we’ve got work to do.

Scree-gloss. The fish, stuck, attempts every possible contortion and contrivance to free itself, including, finally, the false-death




Scree scry/sink into obsidian/or fall
Through ball of flawless crystal/
Call/for angel/out for far seraph/
Lend me your eyes-
From greater vantage gaze/
at greater arc of Time/
as incoherence is gathered up/
in greater pattern/
and meaning made/of chaos.

The Mundane shares a substance and an identity
With the Mythical. Mandrake/Fleabane/Hemlock/
Thyme/stir them up/To Make the Wine.
Man paces out the Circuit of Ritual/in Unknowing/
In Night/and brute Time/fallen, irredeemable Time
Is brought/to standstill.

Scree radio/
dial in/till static drops away/breathe better/
and the channel is clear/deepen trance/wormway
up to star-midden and angel-lair/click heels and
come home clutching a secret.

Scree song for sale/a row of rectangles/stacked and stamped together/the price of a lump of cheese/
Scree-skull 'neath screen/the flickering Projection.
The Dream Screen/this scene is/
Anagnorisis/STARTLING REVELATIONS/read all about it/reel roundly in stark disbelief/
Eye Reversal\ 👁/
This stage is not all it seems.

Scree reversal

the waiting game is human

The human game is waiting

Scree-slope/It’s all downhill from here/willed madness
Wanting what’s worst/to topple the tower
Of building blocks/with one petulant sweep of the arm/
For the joy of another’s tears/for the savour/
Of that suffering.
Pride brought low. This unsanctioned
Saturnalia/the crowned Pig/
And basest borne aloft/
Virtues reversed/reward for grossest greed
And grinning cruelty/laurels for liars
And irons for gold.
 
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