BEDROCKS 29
Trevor Reeves
1.
It was a castoroiled obligation. He was retrosexually
stuck to his own. Did you expect yourself to be famous
forever? He has beaten five quality
reoffenders. He was nothing but a tacky hairy
young man. Grabbed him by his bald head. Cock aside,
he hasn't any use for himself. Vanity of vanities, it is now
granted. A desperate little surge of nostalgia will help you
survive this death. We need a man at every manhandle. The
whole thing was put together by recluses, deadbeats,
aging dowdies and dandy eccentrics to create
this outstanding work of limited worth. The drum
rolls and the earth
has turned, in its shadow, for
the last time.
2.
The memory of experience seldom wears a
beanie over a lightened, shaven
head. It is all a matter of wish fulfillment, angst,
and a beanie. There is no money or kudos
coming with this if you have not taken
care to read the time and trouble. He pulled out
the bit of hair attached to his back and noticed
that he was holsterless. It is always doing that,
before the flares in the sun recede.
It was a silent noon whereapon he drew on his resources to
realise that the underside becomes the
light when you turn it over. This ancient bus trundles
into the roadside stop before its
windows are knocked out. Ifs are sometimes
accompanied by butts. You are as sweet
as serpentinely
sweet.
3.
She is an overeating dollyblonk. Communism
supplied the lowest
common denominator so that the rich
could gain perspective. You've got to hack
through the machine to get to the essence. Meaning in
poetry is a betrayal of
poetry. The more you get into phone sex
the more you wring your hands. The older you get the
more your tissues become confused. The more stew you
make the faster it reaches
the top of the pot. The psychic said, let us
rest in the future. We died at that last thrust. He sang
with twisted humour, then the buildings burned down.
When they severed his head the problems mysteriously
vanished.
4.
We are being attacked by trivia
from all quarters, even though further showers
are predicted. When the fibreglass factory burnt down, we
missed the awful smell. The's a fluffy perm 1950's person. The
short and curlies are not political
animals. You have to make death cheap to
be able to buy into it. Somebody says the sun is so fiery and un-
predictable, but down here it is within a clotted residential window,
tamed and shiftless. The wind whips his
raised eyebrows again. We never hear everything
with ears built with fire
bricks. As he aged, he closed up his undergarments
ready for embalment.
5.
Sometimes the screwdriver turns in the ocean and the boat goes
nowhere. The things you do off the ball make the
struggle an unreconcilable match. Where would
we be without a body? Our aim is to write
everything about everything
and more. You do not need to be heard at an
opera performance. When shall we be allowed to see through
blinded eyes? Elect your right members. The waterwheel still
turns, given the right drivers.
Where were you in the ninety seventy donks when the
mental homes were being
demolished. When a politician sits on your head, people
will wear brown. Sorry you don't feel
well about life.
6.
You need to have credible leadership to
predict death. There are many
colliding fronts but you can
only sleep in one gold-plated bed. Those chinese
pliers are slit-eyed. We are shortly to die from
the teeth up. He cuts the legs off his brain stem
to make a new model. Trivia is always an
illusion of a serious event. If you believe you
are a victim, you are. The destructtion of friends is
infinitely more exciting.than destroying
enemies.
7.
Round and round, under the ground, there is
always more coal. Where is your balloon in this
mass of identifying personal markers? There is always a
hornet's nest of vipers under every peaceful
rural scene. Where there is a lot of bitter passion
do not drink too fast. When the cans of air
freshener arrive from China they sold for half
price. An investment the Americans made in
Nazi growth from 1932 to 1940 was killed
by the effort to destroy it. He had no alternaive.
8.
Everything is slit-eyed now, even these buttonholes.
Did you know Mozart played an oboe with his
elbow? Everybody is a secret blonde Himiller. If
you can't find 'em, hire 'em. I wanted to slip up but
it took ages to find some suitable grease. These chickens
have overlaid their stay. If you do not
have a square head, you will have a round
file for science and reason. That's a happy sound, he
said, as he went to the death chair's frizzle. What a buzz, to
make it like that, to hell! The more points you score in
an argument, the less you win it.
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