listless dust
listless love in that loveless
dust must she replicate me
reduplicated, as rejected, memory
depicting the dry bitch’s tit
a life is
matrix mother material
a mage’s mastery and answers encoded as loneliness
at home, the bone is the
answer and like porn in
Britain, no bone inbut tits.
that squamous hand that emperils the
penciled finger of time that writes a bit
then wanks panic, frantic mourning on the
spilled carpet fitted shit
it sucks love and nonentity
the gray play today, shews
“show” and grows truth on us
like the parceled cancer they sell
as planned oblivion and a box of matches, master
hamster, recessive defection, this regression
that does the split Nina Hagen shat on
we did, remorseless as more recorded horse
smack jack we injected its perfection and listened listless
to its boneless chicken-shit bliss
.
.
.
misunderstanding
.
extemporaneous translation can send us
disgusting boxes with hair in
if we are children
and a friend thought Chrissie Hynde advised him
“you’ve gotta stop sucking that whore”
and such words can door mystery for us
when we miss-take loves
a vampire’s staked steak on the seeded plate.
.
.
.
Sophrosyny
.
absence and lies (i) drowned in
a swimming fish,
the Compleat Paternalist
my God-box and this;
.
sophrosynic structure extends
its feeble seemings
where dream-ins are basic,
(ontic) unleavings;
.
palaeonymic (i) ship this freight,
a weighty schooner;
love is a Wait:
Despair this Unusual
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David McLean was born in Wales though he has lived in self-imposed exile in Sweden since 1987. As of August 2007, he has poems in about eighty issues of 69 magazines and e-zines. In September 2007 he is "poet in residence" at www.poetsletter.com and in August 2008 "centre stage poet" in Decanto. poems are at such sites as Zygote in My Coffee, Erbacce, Sein und Werden, VenerealKittens, Mad Swirl, Lit Circus and Gold Dust. More information is online athis MySpace page and at the Hecale portal.
