Catgirl 23: 2012

Thursday 27 December 2012

Saturday 1 December 2012

Monday 5 November 2012

Sound Relay a pointed menningitis a lost n barren armament the Pistols were here in a 77 baretta filled ordeal that left rolling hell a debunking myth a remarkably defiled scentence of Chelsea bain candid rhetoric and London crawling with Her injustices to never mind..into never dependant pressure trips this is what you want what you get an un -erring prison a sentiment..total relations in a dilly dallying passion. Paul Anthony Dungey

She fails me To be me in an awkward way She fails me but I'd give all life itself for Her closeness a stranger than fiction romance break apart restriction in trance she fails me cant stand the noise noise annoys flirt with other boys boys and toys she fails me but i'd give all death itself for her velvet touch her emotion love she fails me as I fail deception in cold harmony melancholy in custody she ..an ideal ..a heterosexual whim fails me but I'd give her this a poem a lie for being herself not I. Paul Anthony Dungey

Play the shithead capitalist A hard life south of the trades a lemon head razor bite script thats not polite ballistic plastic retinue on high pitch stain down on harpie signature alone eating spider wax on police quotants late revenue..killer weed got in time sitting on tolerance sandy thread of indifference plaid kitten/toy rafter mitten benzo car remarks hasten to squalor net curtain resume' pizza haven dart molestation proud utopia.. listed wreck. Paul Anthony Dungey

GAS MASK When gas congealed in Belsen our love in love had died when petals metal rusted lonely dirges sighed Now we sleep apart in love our love betrayed now your dark eyes splinter glance hate congealed cant fade. Paul Anthony Dungey

A SCEME OF GOOD INTENTIONS The cubical toilet is full "of course we used it" umpteen thousand times so we lay in the taragon sun till somebody takes it away fennel or tyme and Dux de Lux hammer claw sunk wood is broken dust market garden trash chased about the sheets like ferrit vs rabbit Chinese candie here erasor fast who has the right to pick roses in His backyard..dug in up there six foot under the pine names change like Heather.. Anne, Capstan royal navy cut Her empire pilgrim..P.E.P the cubical toilet is full. Paul Anthony Dungey

Poem 5 some kinda cynic kinda mimic questions pass are inflamed surreal i am always listening to thought unravel much like burial on a different plane astral indifference or madness many infirm paralysed punks protest no less godley less holy repeat ryhmes of decay until maybe they reach momentum of guilt enlarged to a neutron of beats in a day the sun peeps..sneaks lies is drawn away is happier that way..is alone weep for the sun like the Inca while the moon makes love to a dying earth her pitted face no relation. Paul Anthony Dungey

Gita hole bunk espionage thriller psyche tv Prahpubada the mender the exaltant mystical tv laid mad on vegetable enertia redundatnt Vedas Krsna sun planets dissenchanted endless flights rolling on planes of fire into pseudo myths of reincarnation lists hare krsna hare krsna hare krsna hare krsna his tremendous flower of transcendence by translucant bliss partaken the time flood to Goloka. Paul Anthony Dungey

Attachments He understood rivets two by two on a boat in the dockyard for fifty one years year by year He understood rivets we sat legs dangling as we talked /over the wharf about the time He forgot my name of adventures we never had undertaken Dawn haunts the berth Whahini and Moari when Lyttleton dreams through another day day after day the port having changed losing a few relics here and there one by one like rivets sailed or rusted away. Paul Anthony Dungey