he whoso BURNETH from the weenside

ashore from roman candle holder smoulders

mothery you windy opus in deeeeeeee

like the rilkebaby slurping goldflea

a taste of yon fire to sleep micks

the allen CLAWS in alien colds

away from the lapping troggs

froth of evil sensation

there´s a longlegged genetic spiller

wants your skull wants your header

just the right JAVAMAN to pop a piper

the strength in the wrenching

(flaggers poppers sniffers)

how camomile tit-bags float

in a porcupine shallot or rot

another EXPRESSION of transformation

word is out on the tunnel

wash your mind´s sleepy rheum

wash the porcupine manicky

word wise world spinning

turkey bleeds SPILLHAPPY slapdink timers

what would the sun be if not bleedy

what the orbital crass of a nasty rim

what the oater, what the floating

towards a natural freckle dusty...