DEATH BY CHEMISTRY
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My theory of Evolution and the planetary system called the Solar System GMT 18H00, 14.11.2020, location Salisbury, Wilts, U.K.
By the Fishful
My internet life has begun
With a fishful of stars
By the tankful.
It is not because I have
no endeavour, it is because
Sweet Yassy is there I am thankful.
First India reads and it is cool
To think they are waiting
For me to sleep
For their watchful eye
Over me to slumber
And forever keep
In the arms of Sati
And use of the drum
To tattoo on my arm
I am a poet and have no
Need for firearm
Nor bomb to explode
With vigour and vim
Over pages of alter ego.
It takes but a minute to
Fill and use the constellation
Of virgo.
BCDFM
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When killers walk the earth
Clap hands
I put it in your letterbox
Hoping for a bang
Waited for a moment
And thought “what the hang?!”
Tried you in the jury
You told me not to tell
The sentence inconsekwential
If only I could spell
My name a little better
I’d sign your card get well
But if things continue this way
There won’t be any belles
At the ball tonight
And throw me to the wind
There’s too much anaesthesia
I cannot find the spin
Docter to hold me close
I jump into the riot act
And read it’s and overdose
Of clap you have
The cheering will not stop
I turn to the old doctor
Who’s wobbling like a top
I say hey you fix up me good old dear
He says nothing left to worry
She only needs a beer.
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First sex
It was my idea, now you see
It is not me it is my dream
To wake in the morning with love in my eye
Next to you in the soft morning.
Tough on you I want to be
To make you mine. I long to see
The lust in you come forth and sigh.
I wonder if you will ever buy
Me a beer and trough with me,
Soften the hunger that whirls my tree
That opens the door to mad and mine
True it stops with opening see?
It traps my heart and closes doors
I see you there and I wonder more,
What do you want? I cannot see.
Break me down, I want to be
The right of my word
The sleight of my bird
The wake of me
The host of you
C’mon Babe! May you see
You cannot come unless you be
A girl of mine that only knows
The size of my grasp the hold of nose
As I plunge my finger forever in your wool
Do not splutter – I’m Daddy-cool!
BCDFM
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The Day Today
It took a wipe of the nose
to block your face
Like a hammer it blew
My skin to awake
The tie in the ground and
The work up above
You don’t know the way
But you do understand
The right of the worn
And the stop if the go
in the real and the ray
Of the board in the som
And that is the way
For the sun to begin
To make with the right
And the left of the some
and the work of the mill
is not here in the gris
Of wem and raoul and the ru com like swearing
In the right of the wore in the rule
Of the then and ru as it stands
In the right of the run
in the root of the idea
Of it all and so it goes to the end of all time
And it is so to speak the end of all time
against the root of time
and works for all evil
The time of the Somme
Is here again
As we shed 96 tears
For the all, the unwed
The mur in the tablet
And the rule self unsted
The light of the Tyne
is not yet unwear
We rollick in time
For the faces so Dear
lost to the trench
Though the blow is ungo
I wonder if each
could tell where to go
In the light of the peril
We hold the line tort
And jostle for life
With smoked bathing glow
Asunder the foot they
Do not unsew
The light of the time
is not here where we so
our ravaged hands of shovel
And spade
Do open our glory
To manjack’s parade
if fiefdom and wealth to
Whom we create, the novel
Extinction of what we do
Say.
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There is no time like the present
No time to call me the better man
I love you all but still you sin
You smoke like Dirk but hold your fin
Like an animal
You do not win
In absence of glory you do not tell
The winner is evil the sky the begin
Of pleasure inperilled
The arc of bin laden
Does not finish here
But there where you win
The aimless start of war can be
The anywhere else for you do not begin
The end does start to make it sin
You do not know where I cannot simply
Open your eyes to the title track
Of the lp
I love to play
10 to 1
Is not the time
It opens doors
Where love begins
I di not know where you
Cannot sin
Begin the where
When no one sins
Where your difference on the brow
And hold your crooked man
On the sow
Soo-ee, soo-ee
I love you more
Than pigs do in your final hour
Do not know me when
You power
I know you not
And love you nire.
Pyre is work I do not pleasance
Take the bow
The corner presence
Is open now
I cannot hold
You again.
Bcdfn.
Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2020
The story of Red Sinatra
The type of thing
We call the heir
Apparent to the throne
Of Red Sinatra
Is not the one we call
The lone
But the blow of time
A-coming.
It does not matter how they lose
Or where they come a-chanting
But if they know the un-white seat
There are no blows a-chanting!
This is not why they do not know
They cannot see the runner
They do not know and cannot see
The writing on the reader
Side of pale moon walking like
Nymphomaniac on the green of yellow pulses
Like you and me here
On the red side of mooney and mere where
They do not know it
But they see why in the moon
And atmosphere of red and blue
Where no one doth sleep
But they do know it is not right
To do it here in the end of it too
Where it does not know it but it does
Sum it in the moonshade of left and right again.
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Choice by the weird of wyle
The time is not about the word of the young
but the say of the tom and cat who use the word
to make all the work of the press
look like it is about to be used
as toilet paper
and not the start but the finish
is the beginning of time and the work of
man is about the right
of all to see that there is no way
of being in the work of me and
not the work of my words and you.
It is not about the way I feel
it is about the work of my young
ensemble of friends
who use it to get
the work of none
into the work
of plenty.
You see it in her eyes
but you don’t see it in her hands
for they are working and that
is what they say
it is not going to be easy
to start the writing on the wall again
when they do not know
what it is to be political
in class here where they call
it number one for some and none
for you and me.
B
