Live life by the rigid flailing
of the trinity of these arms and hands
to their tick
to their tock
to their clap
in their clock
facial expressions
cock like pistols
every moment
lock you into
to their rhythm
so unbearably steady
unchanging
immortal
immortally dull
culling freedoms
Live life by your own beat
embrace the wonderous uncertainty
echoing through an insatiable eternity
sample all
counter the clock
and you shall be a wiser man for it
Friday, 1 February 2013
Mother - JLG Clift
the gutters today
overflow
with the tears
shed
from our Mother's
reddened eyes
and darkened skies
we heard her stormy roars
and have felt
her scorching fury
but now come the clouds
of her closing eyes that loose
the first drops
and the heavy sobs that
gush sagging winds
around your body
so weary from
the swings
and the tides
she controls now the
seas that unfold
with a harrowed ease
the strongest ships
in the slightest breeze
she strips the man
back to the boy
you shiver in the puddles
your trimmed trench coat
that drapes
in cluttered coils
around you
It's gotten too big
overflow
with the tears
shed
from our Mother's
reddened eyes
and darkened skies
we heard her stormy roars
and have felt
her scorching fury
but now come the clouds
of her closing eyes that loose
the first drops
and the heavy sobs that
gush sagging winds
around your body
so weary from
the swings
and the tides
she controls now the
seas that unfold
with a harrowed ease
the strongest ships
in the slightest breeze
she strips the man
back to the boy
you shiver in the puddles
your trimmed trench coat
that drapes
in cluttered coils
around you
It's gotten too big
Monday, 7 January 2013
Colour/Grey: By JLG Clift
Colour
Black to blue to white
twice
Takes us in
Takes me in
We are lost to
the pattern
and it is the
only thing
we care to know
the only place
for me to go is where
I am and where they are
I did not see colour
before I saw these
expand
into the darkness
of these bars
at which I
linger words
drip onto pads
driven by fingers
slave to the blue ink
the black lines
the white pad
to which I declare
my dreams
dreamed up in foolish
fantasises
I share them there
so that they may not
meet the snares
of the world
beyond my own
I sink now
at the thought
of the shades
and the beauty
which they gave
us all
I feel lost in
pastel gaze
but it breaks
no
it shatters
into shards
as the night
goes on
colours run and
redden as her
lips part
and her tales
shared and lust
is lost
thrown asunder
to the thunder
thrusts of her tongue
the men around
did not want her
to speak
they just wanted her
to be
they refuse
to see that
she is doing
as desired
but they
did not want
what they said
they did and
now lustful loins
and surface thoughts
drift away
I think I
however
will stay
Black to blue to white
twice
Takes us in
Takes me in
We are lost to
the pattern
and it is the
only thing
we care to know
the only place
for me to go is where
I am and where they are
I did not see colour
before I saw these
expand
into the darkness
of these bars
at which I
linger words
drip onto pads
driven by fingers
slave to the blue ink
the black lines
the white pad
to which I declare
my dreams
dreamed up in foolish
fantasises
I share them there
so that they may not
meet the snares
of the world
beyond my own
I sink now
at the thought
of the shades
and the beauty
which they gave
us all
I feel lost in
pastel gaze
but it breaks
no
it shatters
into shards
as the night
goes on
colours run and
redden as her
lips part
and her tales
shared and lust
is lost
thrown asunder
to the thunder
thrusts of her tongue
the men around
did not want her
to speak
they just wanted her
to be
they refuse
to see that
she is doing
as desired
but they
did not want
what they said
they did and
now lustful loins
and surface thoughts
drift away
I think I
however
will stay
The world
around is
still as
grey as
it ever was
beyond the pattern
richer for the red
I am lost further
beyond the pattern
to the words
that were said.
Grey
I shall never compare thee to a summers day
Nor the beauty of the bird that sings
In the gushing blossoms
Of the freshest spring
Not to spite
But to justice to
The truth of the beauty
You possess
For we know what to expect
Of the summers day
Or the birds first song
It’s so mundane
It’s so cliché
Done to death
It fails to take breath
Away from even the simplest
Of beings
It warrants no gasps
More gags
It was stunning once
But now its beauty sags
To the ground
Never again to be found
Tedium now surrounds
The season
Bring me monotone
Bring me the grey
To drain the
Dullness of Technicolor
From the suns reaching rays
I’m tired of emerald blades
Beneath bare feet
I Know the glow
of the summer’s heat
against our crisping skin
far too well
Know of the skies lazy blue
And of the grasses jaded hue
I know the trees are full
With leaves of green
And the rivers are calm
And the lakes serene
The grey days
Are the ones that I love the most
And here you come
You are Summers ghost
around is
still as
grey as
it ever was
beyond the pattern
richer for the red
I am lost further
beyond the pattern
to the words
that were said.
Grey
I shall never compare thee to a summers day
Nor the beauty of the bird that sings
In the gushing blossoms
Of the freshest spring
Not to spite
But to justice to
The truth of the beauty
You possess
For we know what to expect
Of the summers day
Or the birds first song
It’s so mundane
It’s so cliché
Done to death
It fails to take breath
Away from even the simplest
Of beings
It warrants no gasps
More gags
It was stunning once
But now its beauty sags
To the ground
Never again to be found
Tedium now surrounds
The season
Bring me monotone
Bring me the grey
To drain the
Dullness of Technicolor
From the suns reaching rays
I’m tired of emerald blades
Beneath bare feet
I Know the glow
of the summer’s heat
against our crisping skin
far too well
Know of the skies lazy blue
And of the grasses jaded hue
I know the trees are full
With leaves of green
And the rivers are calm
And the lakes serene
The grey days
Are the ones that I love the most
And here you come
You are Summers ghost
Souls saviour
You ride the front
Across the red
Come to meet me
in the bosom
of my lone row boat
Where I’ve been waiting
For this moment
For this vision
The greyed froth of your clouds
Begins to breach the sunset
The beauty of your being
Begins to bloom
You are the storm
On my minds horizon
Come to break the gloom
Of summers haze
You are my enigma
My muse
E
I will lose
so much
For the flash
Of a glimpse
Of a glimpse
Under the veil
Of your cryptic mists
What mysteries you must hide
in the darkness of these ashen clouds
and sun sapped skies
bated hints drop hale stone
around my craning head
craning not for the heavens
nor the stars
nor the sun
but for the chance
to grasp
what I know
none of
I want to know you
catch my ear
bring me near
into the plush
of your swelling clouds
you could be anything
you could be anything
And that is perfect
speak, finally, speak
as my boat begins to rock
and the rivers begin to rush
and the banks begin to break
people scatter trailing picnics
blankets ripple like streamers
behind fast exits
into four by fours
they lock their doors
disappear like the dusk
you are unknown to them
You ride the front
Across the red
Come to meet me
in the bosom
of my lone row boat
Where I’ve been waiting
For this moment
For this vision
The greyed froth of your clouds
Begins to breach the sunset
The beauty of your being
Begins to bloom
You are the storm
On my minds horizon
Come to break the gloom
Of summers haze
You are my enigma
My muse
E
I will lose
so much
For the flash
Of a glimpse
Of a glimpse
Under the veil
Of your cryptic mists
What mysteries you must hide
in the darkness of these ashen clouds
and sun sapped skies
bated hints drop hale stone
around my craning head
craning not for the heavens
nor the stars
nor the sun
but for the chance
to grasp
what I know
none of
I want to know you
catch my ear
bring me near
into the plush
of your swelling clouds
you could be anything
you could be anything
And that is perfect
speak, finally, speak
as my boat begins to rock
and the rivers begin to rush
and the banks begin to break
people scatter trailing picnics
blankets ripple like streamers
behind fast exits
into four by fours
they lock their doors
disappear like the dusk
you are unknown to them
so they run away
but you do not care
and neither do I
I stay
To hear your words
To be with you
To try to know the unknowable
To see the un-showable
you vocalise in thunders lisps and thunders cries
lash out with your blue lightning
strikes the tree
starts the fire
my soul smoulders
with the sap of the willow
Ablaze it blackens
from the sting
Of your monsoon swing
Whipping the air
You are wild
You are a force of nature
Come to nurture
I rock to your winds
As you reach down
And hint
Of things unknown
Of places unknown
I cannot know them
But that
Is the beauty of you
the wink of your eye
greets my stare
not enough to catch the colour
just the pupil and its semi secrets
there is so much more
the fluttering of your lashes
taunts me
what little I saw
haunts me
robs me of the strength to describe
the sensation
of that glacial kiss
that left a warm sleet
upon my lips
that summer you found me
all those years ago
you kiss again and
give nothing more away
you know all of me
I know none of you
But I cannot say that I want to
For fear that I’ll taint
What I’m enchanted with
And if that happens
What have I to live for?
You drape your gown
around my bones
you’re at my side
my boyhood is thrown
Asunder
but you do not care
and neither do I
I stay
To hear your words
To be with you
To try to know the unknowable
To see the un-showable
you vocalise in thunders lisps and thunders cries
lash out with your blue lightning
strikes the tree
starts the fire
my soul smoulders
with the sap of the willow
Ablaze it blackens
from the sting
Of your monsoon swing
Whipping the air
You are wild
You are a force of nature
Come to nurture
I rock to your winds
As you reach down
And hint
Of things unknown
Of places unknown
I cannot know them
But that
Is the beauty of you
the wink of your eye
greets my stare
not enough to catch the colour
just the pupil and its semi secrets
there is so much more
the fluttering of your lashes
taunts me
what little I saw
haunts me
robs me of the strength to describe
the sensation
of that glacial kiss
that left a warm sleet
upon my lips
that summer you found me
all those years ago
you kiss again and
give nothing more away
you know all of me
I know none of you
But I cannot say that I want to
For fear that I’ll taint
What I’m enchanted with
And if that happens
What have I to live for?
You drape your gown
around my bones
you’re at my side
my boyhood is thrown
Asunder
As you roar like the thunder
Rock the boat
Ride my loins
My head rocks back
As my boat heaves
Please stay with me
Don’t ever leave
But as the winds die down
And the rains retreat
And my skin once again meets
The searing sensation
Of the summer’s heat
I know you will
I know you must
But please
let me believe
You will not
For another afternoon
Is it too much to ask
For another hour of grey
To keep me free
From this summer’s day?
Rock the boat
Ride my loins
My head rocks back
As my boat heaves
Please stay with me
Don’t ever leave
But as the winds die down
And the rains retreat
And my skin once again meets
The searing sensation
Of the summer’s heat
I know you will
I know you must
But please
let me believe
You will not
For another afternoon
Is it too much to ask
For another hour of grey
To keep me free
From this summer’s day?
Sunday, 6 January 2013
Egotist Eroder - By JLG Clift
Cum one
cum all
cum to me
Video
me
on my stage
in my
Drome
Central Park
i am outrage
this is
cutting
edge
paid for
by my
father on
the Upper East
I am
naked
American flag
draped
around
sun bed
shoulder blades
look out
onto the
audience
they adore
abomination
so that
is what
i will give
them
my name
is Maxi
Renn
Behold
i am the
Great Eroder
cutting the
binds
that
tie my
ligaments
together
through the stars
and stripes
stretched out
over my forearm
the statement will
be basic
but they will
lap it up
if i call it
Performance Art
Cutting
Edge
Cutting
with the
razor
raising brows
reactions
from the
crowd
are the
ones
i want
become
swept up
in the sensation
of dehumanisation
feel
your skin
crawl
feel yourself
aroused
by the gore
your organs
pulse and protrude
skinny jeans
as i ejaculate
though the veins
i have spread
for you
a smile
perfect
in every
way
direct from
Sunsett-
ing over
my stage
a photographer
snaps the image
cements me
as icon
for Vanity Fair
the crowd
adore
me
cheer
roar
rasping
for
more
of me
the razor
limp between
pedicured
finger tips
stainless steel
has my essence
flowing
from the edge
one of my fans
blonde haired
blue eyed
all
American
in short shorts
and a cut off
tee
is in
the front
row she
opens
her mouth
and her
head
rocks back
eyes
eclipsing
as i let
myself
gush between
pretty
red lips
she swallows
lips a new
shade of
red
and winks at me
pierced tongue
running
around the rim
of the gash
she uses
to smile
good girl
i think
i went to
school
with her
she went
to Dalton
too
a couple
of grades
below
she'll
deny it
if i ask
she will
never admit
she's rich
i know
her sort
hanging
out in Yonkers
in the day
to be edgy
with her
hipster friends
back to 72nd
and Central
by five
for dinner at
the Dakota
with her folks
my performance
must be
conveniently
close
to home
for her
the world
becomes
hazy
blurred
the audience
look
better this way
they look
like
they go on
forever
a wave
of well
spoken whites
washed up
across
central park
to be drawn
out like
the tide
when the show
is over
when i become
mainstream
faceless
fans are
howling
frenzied
cheers
for more
they
want
the encore
i am
to live
up to the title
on the fliers
i sent out
i will bubble
away
as
legend
a temporary
titan for
a tidal
generation
of would
be idols
if only
they had
the ideas
that possess
the greats
like me
my left
arm
is still
leaking
onto
centre stage
but on
with the show
my right hand
snakes up
to the rope
hanging above
my head
the bucket
it has been
attached to
rocks a
little
perched
on the
rafters
like a
vulture
waiting
for its
moment
i
pull
the
rope
swiftly
a
sheet
of
clear
water
descends
like
a bursting
bubble
hits the flesh
with hissing
i do
not
scream
as sulphuric
acid
helps
me
become
in
famous
it
strips
my tan
from my
flesh
from
my
bones
like
paint
thinner
smog
rises up
like vapour
after
a storm
its thick
like cigar
smoke
smells
like burning
bacon
and
French
caloungue
the American
flag
is fused
to perfect
pecs
i feel
the
colours
that dont
run
betray their
vows
run away
run off
washboard
abs
in the
Niagara Falls
of my decay
it feels
like
I'm
in
my
wet
room
thanks
to the lines
backstage
that have
made me
superman
i am superman
i am
the Great Eroder
Eroder
Erodes
slips
down
into the
plug hole
i had
set up
before
i arrived
to be
sold
by the gallon
to my
fans
when i
become
nothing more
than
myth
and bone
the labels
read
'Liquid Legend:
the Great Eroder'
they will
think it's
cool
it's too
repulsive
not to be
i am
a god
to them
pure(e)
rebellion
a suicide superstar
Hotter than Hunter
Cooler than Cobain
Bigger than Jesus
the crowd
are still
cheering
when my eyes
give way
burst
like blisters
in the sulphuric
tears
i shed
the tears
the tears
are happy
tears
as i drop
to
my knees
cheers wash
through
me
wash
a smile
across
the wasteland
of my face
no lips
left
for them
to notice
it
but
that
doesn't
matter
they love
me
they really
love me
cum all
cum to me
Video
me
on my stage
in my
Drome
Central Park
i am outrage
this is
cutting
edge
paid for
by my
father on
the Upper East
I am
naked
American flag
draped
around
sun bed
shoulder blades
look out
onto the
audience
they adore
abomination
so that
is what
i will give
them
my name
is Maxi
Renn
Behold
i am the
Great Eroder
cutting the
binds
that
tie my
ligaments
together
through the stars
and stripes
stretched out
over my forearm
the statement will
be basic
but they will
lap it up
if i call it
Performance Art
Cutting
Edge
Cutting
with the
razor
raising brows
reactions
from the
crowd
are the
ones
i want
become
swept up
in the sensation
of dehumanisation
feel
your skin
crawl
feel yourself
aroused
by the gore
your organs
pulse and protrude
skinny jeans
as i ejaculate
though the veins
i have spread
for you
a smile
perfect
in every
way
direct from
Sunsett-
ing over
my stage
a photographer
snaps the image
cements me
as icon
for Vanity Fair
the crowd
adore
me
cheer
roar
rasping
for
more
of me
the razor
limp between
pedicured
finger tips
stainless steel
has my essence
flowing
from the edge
one of my fans
blonde haired
blue eyed
all
American
in short shorts
and a cut off
tee
is in
the front
row she
opens
her mouth
and her
head
rocks back
eyes
eclipsing
as i let
myself
gush between
pretty
red lips
she swallows
lips a new
shade of
red
and winks at me
pierced tongue
running
around the rim
of the gash
she uses
to smile
good girl
i think
i went to
school
with her
she went
to Dalton
too
a couple
of grades
below
she'll
deny it
if i ask
she will
never admit
she's rich
i know
her sort
hanging
out in Yonkers
in the day
to be edgy
with her
hipster friends
back to 72nd
and Central
by five
for dinner at
the Dakota
with her folks
my performance
must be
conveniently
close
to home
for her
the world
becomes
hazy
blurred
the audience
look
better this way
they look
like
they go on
forever
a wave
of well
spoken whites
washed up
across
central park
to be drawn
out like
the tide
when the show
is over
when i become
mainstream
faceless
fans are
howling
frenzied
cheers
for more
they
want
the encore
i am
to live
up to the title
on the fliers
i sent out
i will bubble
away
as
legend
a temporary
titan for
a tidal
generation
of would
be idols
if only
they had
the ideas
that possess
the greats
like me
my left
arm
is still
leaking
onto
centre stage
but on
with the show
my right hand
snakes up
to the rope
hanging above
my head
the bucket
it has been
attached to
rocks a
little
perched
on the
rafters
like a
vulture
waiting
for its
moment
i
pull
the
rope
swiftly
a
sheet
of
clear
water
descends
like
a bursting
bubble
hits the flesh
with hissing
i do
not
scream
as sulphuric
acid
helps
me
become
in
famous
it
strips
my tan
from my
flesh
from
my
bones
like
paint
thinner
smog
rises up
like vapour
after
a storm
its thick
like cigar
smoke
smells
like burning
bacon
and
French
caloungue
the American
flag
is fused
to perfect
pecs
i feel
the
colours
that dont
run
betray their
vows
run away
run off
washboard
abs
in the
Niagara Falls
of my decay
it feels
like
I'm
in
my
wet
room
thanks
to the lines
backstage
that have
made me
superman
i am superman
i am
the Great Eroder
Eroder
Erodes
slips
down
into the
plug hole
i had
set up
before
i arrived
to be
sold
by the gallon
to my
fans
when i
become
nothing more
than
myth
and bone
the labels
read
'Liquid Legend:
the Great Eroder'
they will
think it's
cool
it's too
repulsive
not to be
i am
a god
to them
pure(e)
rebellion
a suicide superstar
Hotter than Hunter
Cooler than Cobain
Bigger than Jesus
the crowd
are still
cheering
when my eyes
give way
burst
like blisters
in the sulphuric
tears
i shed
the tears
the tears
are happy
tears
as i drop
to
my knees
cheers wash
through
me
wash
a smile
across
the wasteland
of my face
no lips
left
for them
to notice
it
but
that
doesn't
matter
they love
me
they really
love me
Saturday, 5 January 2013
Pop Culture Darling - By JLG Clift
I am
Bad
For your
Heads
Hearts
Minds
Homes
Schools
Cities
Worlds
My words
course through
art
(eries)
veins
honeyed
venom
bad thoughts, catchy tracks
from a fish hook
mind
catch you on
the bated lines
dripping the vibrant
scent
of rebellion
seductive to a touch
but is lava beneath
it's
cool
polished
complexion
feel your flesh stick
to it
try to pull your fingertips
back my words
hang on
your mind
hangs on
I am not
right
not wrong
i am somewhere in
between you and i
we are together
we see things
they'll ever see
you and i
are gonna live
forever
if u buy my new record
you will be with me always
if
you buy my new
record your love
for my hook
as it sticks in
your mind
tears your cheek to
tatters
post it
post your love
on youtube
and i will love you
come to my show
and i will show you
love me
as i love myself
on stage
wear shades
all of you wear shades
so i may use your eyes
as mirrors of my success
run my hands across my
flesh
touch, rub, feel my
moisture between
my tighs
wrapped in lycra
beads at first
then turn to streams
as i chant
autotuned hypnosis
to millions
it streaks my
'natural complexion'
but it feels
too good
to stop
see my platinum
pendulum
keep to the
time of my hips
as they rock
to the rhythm
of my success
and music's
demise
i don't care about
music
it's all about
the price tag
and i see myself
in you
in all of
you
we share
an interest
in materials
we are all
magpies
you are
no different
from me
and soon
your eyes
will become as
black as Cole
like mine
i am a musician
worship me
i am success
worship me
i am
hedonism
i make myself
feel good
i am sex
watch me
fuck you
pay to get fucked by me
I'm great
I'm loud
I'm so loud i can
be heard
on every mp3
every TV
in every club
on every radio
around the world
pay to get
fucked on i -
tunes
sensory over
blow my load on
stage
head rocks
back, eyes
close
over
the crowd love it
my orgasm
is the collapse
of culture
watch it all
plummet
like hailstone
watch me dance
in the destruction
under my umbrella
you'll all go GaGa
for my new 'song'
in stores Monday
Forever yours
Forever your goddess
Forever you're
mine
lick the heel
let my words
penetrate
your bodies
you're wetness
feels delightful
you want me
don't you?
of course you do
why wouldn't you?
i am
bigger than
Jesus, Simon told
me so much that i never
knew
I am his
creation.
Pop Culture Darling
i'm Pop Culture
Darling
I am created,
i am all
production
become lost
in the seduction
of this production
as the DJ
drops the pin
on the latest
chart topper
panty dropper
get naked
wrap your legs
around your speakers
let my number 1
vibrate through
you
ride
me
my tongue laps
at your body
mind
through
the sound
corrupts
you
so good
so good
grind my sound system
just like you've
seen me do
on MTV
Like this
Like that
Like this
Like that
Just
Like
That
There it feels
good doesn't it
pet?
Bad
For your
Heads
Hearts
Minds
Homes
Schools
Cities
Worlds
My words
course through
art
(eries)
veins
honeyed
venom
bad thoughts, catchy tracks
from a fish hook
mind
catch you on
the bated lines
dripping the vibrant
scent
of rebellion
seductive to a touch
but is lava beneath
it's
cool
polished
complexion
feel your flesh stick
to it
try to pull your fingertips
back my words
hang on
your mind
hangs on
I am not
right
not wrong
i am somewhere in
between you and i
we are together
we see things
they'll ever see
you and i
are gonna live
forever
if u buy my new record
you will be with me always
if
you buy my new
record your love
for my hook
as it sticks in
your mind
tears your cheek to
tatters
post it
post your love
on youtube
and i will love you
come to my show
and i will show you
love me
as i love myself
on stage
wear shades
all of you wear shades
so i may use your eyes
as mirrors of my success
run my hands across my
flesh
touch, rub, feel my
moisture between
my tighs
wrapped in lycra
beads at first
then turn to streams
as i chant
autotuned hypnosis
to millions
it streaks my
'natural complexion'
but it feels
too good
to stop
see my platinum
pendulum
keep to the
time of my hips
as they rock
to the rhythm
of my success
and music's
demise
i don't care about
music
it's all about
the price tag
and i see myself
in you
in all of
you
we share
an interest
in materials
we are all
magpies
you are
no different
from me
and soon
your eyes
will become as
black as Cole
like mine
i am a musician
worship me
i am success
worship me
i am
hedonism
i make myself
feel good
i am sex
watch me
fuck you
pay to get fucked by me
I'm great
I'm loud
I'm so loud i can
be heard
on every mp3
every TV
in every club
on every radio
around the world
pay to get
fucked on i -
tunes
sensory over
blow my load on
stage
head rocks
back, eyes
close
over
the crowd love it
my orgasm
is the collapse
of culture
watch it all
plummet
like hailstone
watch me dance
in the destruction
under my umbrella
you'll all go GaGa
for my new 'song'
in stores Monday
Forever yours
Forever your goddess
Forever you're
mine
lick the heel
let my words
penetrate
your bodies
you're wetness
feels delightful
you want me
don't you?
of course you do
why wouldn't you?
i am
bigger than
Jesus, Simon told
me so much that i never
knew
I am his
creation.
Pop Culture Darling
i'm Pop Culture
Darling
I am created,
i am all
production
become lost
in the seduction
of this production
as the DJ
drops the pin
on the latest
chart topper
panty dropper
get naked
wrap your legs
around your speakers
let my number 1
vibrate through
you
ride
me
my tongue laps
at your body
mind
through
the sound
corrupts
you
so good
so good
grind my sound system
just like you've
seen me do
on MTV
Like this
Like that
Like this
Like that
Just
Like
That
There it feels
good doesn't it
pet?
Friday, 28 December 2012
Venus Geneticus By JLG Clift
Delores
is
looking
at
me
lusty
lithium
eyes
rest in mine
for comfort
to enchant
smoky in
colour she
is part
of a fantasy
i have
had since
i first
had
her
all those years
ago
She comes
from
a time
before
my life
now
her name
is
Delores
Evelyn
Eryx
Venus
could not
touch her
beauty
as she
lets her
Furs
roll off
crushed velvet
shoulders
as fair as
milk
but golden
in the warm
glow of the
Art Deco
lamp in the
corner
the black
Wolf's
skin
tumbles
like
a
waterfall
down the
flawless
face
of her
white
satin
back
so innocent
she looks
new born
furs
reach
the ground
beside her
school bag
and rustle
curtains
at the
opera
i take her
in
the light plays
off
her
strawberry
blonde
hair
in a bun
but unfurling
as
black chopsticks
are drawn
from
it
flows as
tinted
ink
cascades
down her
breasts
traces
hardened
nipples
surfs
over
her shoulder blades
as she arches
forwards
and
slides
her fingers
painted
streetwalker
red
over
the body
that
will always
belong
to me
the way it has
since we
met in
Sicily
all those
years ago
she
looks
so innocent
so innocent
but she
isn't
not any
more since
we discovered
uncovered
each other
reunited
in a
Roman
Cafe
17 years
after
we had
met
we became
lovers
her
fingers
mani-
cured
call me
to the
bed
to cure
me of
my ills
my idol
Delores
falls
once again
into
the
blue velvet
duvet
of the
room
her body a
feather
helpless but
to ride the
wind of
primal
desires
surrenders
her body
to
mine
She is
fan
tas
tic
every
thing i wanted
the best
money could
buy her body
is softer
every time
i feel it
skin tastes like
she bathes in
honey as
i tongue
perfection
head clamped
between stockinged
columns
china white
Delores
is
innocence
incarnate
but
she is
Venus
Eryx
always
when i am
here her
primal groans
echo through
the hotel room
I've kept
the lights on
to see her face
my family are
back in the apartment
on the
Upper East
I will
take the limo
when
I've
had my fill
of purchased
paradise
we are lost
to this feral
fantasy
our bodies
tangle
on the covers
feel her moist tongue
tease my
neck
as she pants
and
i grunt
time lapses
my lives
merge in
the outrage
of this
climax
her nails
rake down
my back
like the parting of
curtains
as i itch
her scratch
kiss her neck
just to hear
a last
youthful moan
tickle my senses
trickle through
my ear
something to
think about
with Sarah
later
i was a younger
man when
i met her
first
but she is
ageless
youth
forever
she will
always
look the same
to me
and
i love her
like
my daughter
in the smog
of a Chesterfield
Delores
picks herself
up and
puts on
her school
uniform
a word
hangs
twitching
between us
as the
Dada
dangles
in the lobby
'can we do a
different
scene
next week?'
'of course we can
Delores'
a gang of
Benjamins stretch
out from my
hand
in a money
clip and grace
her palms
'i'm not a real
hooker you know? You
don't have to give
me this'
'your my girl
Delores, i can't
have you
out there
penniless'
Venus Eryx
smiles
approves
and her hand
takes the clip
'see you next week
Dee'
we feel
warmer
than before
in the
glow
of
mutual
satisfaction
leave the room
sly smiles
all the way back
to our
lives
between
living
we only know life
in this room
in the excitement
and the discovery
and the sin
Taboo
always did
turn me on
i see it's
Genetic
is
looking
at
me
lusty
lithium
eyes
rest in mine
for comfort
to enchant
smoky in
colour she
is part
of a fantasy
i have
had since
i first
had
her
all those years
ago
She comes
from
a time
before
my life
now
her name
is
Delores
Evelyn
Eryx
Venus
could not
touch her
beauty
as she
lets her
Furs
roll off
crushed velvet
shoulders
as fair as
milk
but golden
in the warm
glow of the
Art Deco
lamp in the
corner
the black
Wolf's
skin
tumbles
like
a
waterfall
down the
flawless
face
of her
white
satin
back
so innocent
she looks
new born
furs
reach
the ground
beside her
school bag
and rustle
curtains
at the
opera
i take her
in
the light plays
off
her
strawberry
blonde
hair
in a bun
but unfurling
as
black chopsticks
are drawn
from
it
flows as
tinted
ink
cascades
down her
breasts
traces
hardened
nipples
surfs
over
her shoulder blades
as she arches
forwards
and
slides
her fingers
painted
streetwalker
red
over
the body
that
will always
belong
to me
the way it has
since we
met in
Sicily
all those
years ago
she
looks
so innocent
so innocent
but she
isn't
not any
more since
we discovered
uncovered
each other
reunited
in a
Roman
Cafe
17 years
after
we had
met
we became
lovers
her
fingers
mani-
cured
call me
to the
bed
to cure
me of
my ills
my idol
Delores
falls
once again
into
the
blue velvet
duvet
of the
room
her body a
feather
helpless but
to ride the
wind of
primal
desires
surrenders
her body
to
mine
She is
fan
tas
tic
every
thing i wanted
the best
money could
buy her body
is softer
every time
i feel it
skin tastes like
she bathes in
honey as
i tongue
perfection
head clamped
between stockinged
columns
china white
Delores
is
innocence
incarnate
but
she is
Venus
Eryx
always
when i am
here her
primal groans
echo through
the hotel room
I've kept
the lights on
to see her face
my family are
back in the apartment
on the
Upper East
I will
take the limo
when
I've
had my fill
of purchased
paradise
we are lost
to this feral
fantasy
our bodies
tangle
on the covers
feel her moist tongue
tease my
neck
as she pants
and
i grunt
time lapses
my lives
merge in
the outrage
of this
climax
her nails
rake down
my back
like the parting of
curtains
as i itch
her scratch
kiss her neck
just to hear
a last
youthful moan
tickle my senses
trickle through
my ear
something to
think about
with Sarah
later
i was a younger
man when
i met her
first
but she is
ageless
youth
forever
she will
always
look the same
to me
and
i love her
like
my daughter
in the smog
of a Chesterfield
Delores
picks herself
up and
puts on
her school
uniform
a word
hangs
twitching
between us
as the
Dada
dangles
in the lobby
'can we do a
different
scene
next week?'
'of course we can
Delores'
a gang of
Benjamins stretch
out from my
hand
in a money
clip and grace
her palms
'i'm not a real
hooker you know? You
don't have to give
me this'
'your my girl
Delores, i can't
have you
out there
penniless'
Venus Eryx
smiles
approves
and her hand
takes the clip
'see you next week
Dee'
we feel
warmer
than before
in the
glow
of
mutual
satisfaction
leave the room
sly smiles
all the way back
to our
lives
between
living
we only know life
in this room
in the excitement
and the discovery
and the sin
Taboo
always did
turn me on
i see it's
Genetic
Thursday, 15 November 2012
Channel Child By JLG Clift
My little brother
he knows what's
on
He's my families
TV
Guide
Never lost with
a remote in his hand
like Columbus
he has discovered
a new world
but has never left the house
skin is ashen
he looks like
a victim of
holocaust
but he
doesn't mind
he has his remote
and his wi fi
and he feels
free
his hair is oil slick black
so greasy it
changes colour with
the channel
what do u
want to watch
Joe?
his eyes
used to have
colour
but now
they are dull
when not lit
by HD
he never draws the blinds
but he sees Sky
every day
his face is
brightened by it
he knows all
about Peppa Pig
and Hackgate
and genocide
and Rastamouse
and the rich list;
Deadly
60
women raped by this
man
he tells me
'horrible, horrible'
he quotes Bill
Turnbull like
firing off
scripture
my brother is
5
years
old
he knows more
about this world
than i ever can
a Guru for the
Naughties
his knowledge
is
universal
generational
omnipotent
within the church
of the Watershed
He is
an
On Demand
Disciple
this is not
of our world
this is
the stuff
of dreams
dreamt by
Murdered
Murdoch
minds
and sickly
Fox(es)
A transformation
is occurring
His ears
begin to merge
with our set
become antenna
to keep contact
with the world
outside
his TV
add breaks
my brother
tuts
they are like
fliers in the
Bible
to him
i want to enhance
signal Joe
my brother is
Set to be like this
forever
he doesn't care
for school, he does
not care
for anything
but TV
he sits, cross legged
a skeleton child
his skin so thin
like white tac stretched
over the bones
pinned at
the joints by
moles and
scabs.
I've watched the box
suck the
flesh from
his bones
over
the years
channel
by
channel
who am i
to stand in the
way of him
and his church?
he is a Child of
these Channels
he is
lost
without them
i can enhance the
signal Joe
my little brother
rocks forward
i saw it
in an advert
for
Virgin
thoughts
collide
with a shattering
that rings out
on Breakfast
as his head
breaks the
fourth wall
sparks kick out
gilded
fireworks
in celebration
of the
Prodigal
Son's
Return
as the screen bursts
around his crown
a halo in faltering
clarity
as Jerry clouts
Tom with a
shovel
no sound is heard
but the picture remains
replaced within
a moment
by nothing
for nothing
fractured panes
hit the
white rug
a patch work of arterial
red in
hunt of the
images
but they are
gone
and the blood
slumps
disappointed
as gravity
rakes it down
the shards
the glass catches
the scene
and reflects
all emotion
absolved in it's
apathy
blood is boiling
in the
surround sound
i hear it's last
static stutters
'viewer digression
is advised'
it
cries
coughs
chokes
dies
his head
smolders in
the set
like tar
A Virgins red
Sky's blue
combine into
purple sludge
crawls down
my brothers
neck
shoulder
blades have left
cheeks
forehead
skinned
skinned
by the screen
held in place
it pins tissue to the lilac
flesh like it's
holding up
an
unfinished
garment
a would be
masterpiece
could've been
a masterpiece
My little brother
he is what's on
He always
wanted to
be
in TV
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