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A pounding
seizures and nausea
violence, fountains of cascading
mankind's bleeding, gushing
puncture wounds of wine
Dreamkillers out of their way to wreak
smoldering, rancid havoc
Epilepsy and ******* muscles spasms
Brain-tissue scarring from the rocking
between heavenhell and deathlife
Give me your soul and I'll
twist it into strands with which I
hang myself and make a tourniquet around your
neck
Dancing or slaying be one
I **** and lascerate the remnants of my
skin, my soul stretched across the
traintracks, waiting for pleasure
pleasurepleasure in gore and flesh
and wriggling maggots in the eyesockets
of children
Too bad
we all have to wake up come down
inandout of this horrific flying breathing fantasy
rapture of adulterated movement
Sin in all its glory licks the black flames
ashestoashes and dust into mud
blud across the vacuum
Louis Pollard Jun 2011
Alright fella, how’s you mate?
Just heard back from the hospital innit.
They got you that liver now?
Yeah man, sorted. Ahh yeah-
did I tell you ‘bout the other day?
There was this ******* mug
by the chippy and he mugged
me off. And I was like mate,
don’t mess - you’ve picked the wrong day
to be a *******, innit.
And he was all like, “Yeah?
*******, mate.” And right, now,
well, I’d had enough by now;
I wanted to teach this mug
a Life-Long Lesson, yeah?
So I said, “I’m not your mate,
and I will end you if you don’t *******, innit.”
Ah man – this was not his day.
You remember back on Tuesday,
when I got that knife that I still use now?
I had it on me, and I shanked him, innit!
Serves him right for being a mug;
sounds like one less ***** on the estate, mate.
Too right blud. Was well funny too, yeah –
cause he was just round the corner, yeah,
I just walked into the chippy like any normal day!
Just like, “Nah, no vinegar please mate.”
There’s never any filth around here now
so we can just shank mug after mug;
and we’ll make it a better place to live, innit.
Oh yeah, and I can get smashed now, innit!
We’ll get some pills and that, yeah?
Have us a party, but don’t invite Gaz, you mug –
he shagged Tracey the other day,
so it is gonna be well awkward now.
Ahh ****! I am well excited, mate.
And mate, make sure you bring some fit girls, innit.
You wanna come round now?* Nah, got a check-up. Yeah,
but it’s not gonna take all day! Shut up, you mug.
A reflection on coincidence.
PK Wakefield Jan 2013
Therewasthesoundlike(
even though you just broke her)
stillsmiling(and your fingers            R

blud                               ugly

and smelling like                                       )


the sea;

bREaKin,G

on rocks

in the hot Summer

when the tide runs out

anditlaysflat

hot on its stomach

(with its *** in the air
                                       )

theslowlybeginstorot

seaweed and gurgling

butstillsmiles(a very meek


                            rill (one only)



runs down its thigh

Rightbehindtheknee)collectsinto
a shoal



                                     and



                                                 "morePlease"
Deep le Ning Oct 2017
Ordered bash iron G
OH Oho, Bridge
You missed you all
will but it, Ring around
a OK feet,
wear me.

We by does
and enough so before
The skin a More
SOS

Can't castaway bell inside
someone here Smacking
I my cameras a loneliness ramping,
but the mean Alright.

Pain September flashing send out loving
I'll told up two up!
on 3000.

Snorting seem makes,
in breath in Broadway yeah
got at yeah
With humble, stay One does,
has Andre Little Hey...
god magic formal deeds
she's you, aay.

Blud Snorting
Uh, your ya must just Every man,
Thought there's least
Kevin Jul 2018
I was born
In a place
        nobody wants to come from
And I'm here
        breathin' your air
I was formed
        from a bad piece of clay, son
Don't look me in the eyes
        'cause there ain't nothin' there

I spend
         most of my time alone now
Nobody but me
          has my back
Some people say
           I got a little chip on my shoulder
Be careful
           If you wanna get you some of that

Count your blessings
          my mama would say
She said
           your daddy slipped in
           then slipped away
Go outside boy
Go out and play
There's another daddy comin'
                                               later today

I was born
In a place
PK Wakefield Dec 2011
some monsters are me

                    me
                                              me

               me

                                        

                                       me

                                                        some monsters
                                                                                     R
                                                                                           in my muscles
                                                                                                                        grotesque
                                                                                                    
                                                those greased
                                                unpleasing spit
                                                
                    me
                                  me

               me
                              me


      me

                   those monsters are meat

                                                                and
                                                                            blud

                                                                                       and
                                                                                                stuff

                                                                                                               those beasts
                                                                                                               are heavy ****
                                                                                                                                              and R me
leechyna Oct 2023
When town starts to feel good at night
Heaven isn't your place anymore
Maybe thats your calling
Or devil issa your colleague

Doesnt matter blud
Live
Coz we will all
Once leave
PK Wakefield Oct 2021
pass me through this
(the lung)
an embolist--

not making a passage,
but constrict instead
all moving of hart;
all ******* of blud.

a minute will be your hands
around the neck of girl,
pale spent, lurid
in the cheeck--
a stain breathing,

below the eye
not clover
nor neither dye
but the curved hinge
from where all seathing flys.
PK Wakefield Aug 2020
1 rude reality intrudes
its bulging
and inflamed
nose, about

which hangs
the paunchy
and florid
cheeks,

blud strung
by fine and
very narrow
little veins,

that weblike
spider across.

in their thinness
straying
(uncarefully)
the neck down.

the hair is lank.

the eyes distended,
in which,
their is some sheen
dulled.

the ******* hang,
(are limp),
flaccid
and pendulous.

— The End —