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The Triumph
Of Nature
POEM
BY C
DEAN
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The Triumph
Of Nature
POEM BY C
DEAN
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FP. Roman Triumph, about 1630, Peter Paul
Rubens P.2 Andrew Carrick Gow “Roman
Triumph” 1905 P.3 The Triumph of
Aemilius Paulus Carle (Antoine Charles
Horace) Vernet 1789
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N Ahh doth say I what

be this The
Triumph Of
Nature
well let first say I what be
this world where man hast
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of God But killed well thee

man doth But now live inst
a world where But science
doth reign andst inst this
world all that we have of
what science doth say is a
world of casual necessity of
determinism that governs all
fromst the sun stars e’en
those motes of dust andst
Dearest man thee ast well
be naught But a thing with
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no free will for all thee doth do is of

deterministic necessity But there be
more for thee man inst thy Godless
universe for science doth But say
thee be no more thanst a homo-
sapiens a primate type of monkey
that follows the law of natural
selection that leads to the theory of
evolution thus Dearest monkey all
that thee be be naught But a thing
that evolves following the laws of
Nature thee hast no control for
these laws determine all thee doth
andst all thee thinks andst what thee
thinks thee thinks is But
epiphenomena of neural activity thee
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man are But a dream thy

consciousness But one other of thy
senses inst the control of the laws of
Nature thee man thee be But a
fiction for all thee be be a thing ast a
mote of dust ast a fart fromst thy
arse driven by law of NATURE
But thenst ast doth prove
Magister colin leslie dean all
science all mathematics ends inst
meaningless rubbish so Man thee be
or ast doth thee believe science andst
thus theee be thee But just a
brainless monkey So it be up to thee
whatever thee thinks thee be
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PREFACE Ahh Dearest

reciter doth I recite with that pipe that
flute that be mine lips that fromst mine
breath mine thoughts taketh flight
uponst the airs to But rain down to
But powder thine thoughts with
thoughts that may thy minde giveth pain
for these words that be mine ink might
thy brain to despaire to gain so doth
begin I my sighs that may thee
entertaine well it be true some
scientists doth say all everything be
But inst natures sway for nature rules
everything inst heaven inst our world
andst within we as well they tell so
thus Dearest reciter fromst this church
of science neither I speak nor thee hear
for neither thee or I exist just
brainless forces I and thee a fiction
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Ahh determinism that perhaps first thought up

by the pre-Socratic’s Heraclitus andst
Leucippus that didst influence Aristotelian
ethics andst the Stoics to Alexander of
Aphrodisias that didst arise the paradox of free
will to Epictetus to Middle Platonism early
Christian thought to Maimonides to which we
doth arrive at Dearest Newton the love of all
scientists andst fromst he to e’en their greatest
love Ohh Ohh Dearest Einstein who didst
proclaim with lofty voice more sententious thanst
the God that some hast of him hast made who
didst proclaim God doth not play dice for all life
Nature be deterministic all we need to finde are
the hidden variable Yet none didst see ast the
Magister colin leslie dean that the 3 body
problem shows determinism be nonsense ast the
cause doth cause the cause so thus we be free
of determinism Yet well science reigns supreme
so scream inst thy deterministic captivity
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Stranger yet,
To those who know not Nature nor deduce
The future from the present, it may seem,
That not one slave, who suffers from the
crimes
Of this unnatural being, not one wretch,
Whose children famish and whose nuptial bed
Is earth's unpitying bosom, rears an arm
To dash him from his throne!
Thus didst But say the Poet andst
inst his dream of the ideal he didst
not see that what to he is But
strange But is to I real ast clear
ast the light that filters thru the sky
to drip to uponst girlies pubic hair
tips afire with light myriads flames
fireflies twinkling to the eyes of I
bright flowlets each hairs tip lit
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Ohh the Poet inst his dream didst

exclaim
When man's maturer nature shall disdain
The playthings of its childhood;--kingly glare
Will lose its power to dazzle, its authority
Will silently pass by; the gorgeous throne
Shall stand unnoticed in the regal hall,
Fast falling to decay; whilst falsehood's trade
Shall be as hateful and unprofitable
As that of truth is no
Ohh must I that gainsay say I
that Poet be too ideal andst not see
the real that But simple be for man
be not man But monkey be he andst
there be the But the answer for the
future it be what the Poet saw for
present andst the past of which he
didst so eloquently see so truly But
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didst not see that the man the monkey

he canst be not anything But what
he be Ast be the cockroach andst the
worm the maggot andst the flea andst
the monkey we we be all chained to
Natures necessity Ast that Poet
didst so clearly see
I tell thee that those viewless beings,
Whose mansion is the smallest particle
Of the impassive atmosphere,
Think, feel and live like man;
That their affections and antipathies,
Like his, produce the laws
Ruling their moral state;
And the minutest throb
That through their frame diffuses
The slightest, faintest motion,
Is fixed and indispensable
As the majestic laws
That rule yon rolling orb
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But Ohh that Poet didst not see

that these affections andst
antipathies be naught But the drives
of that monkey the drives that all life
hast that which naught canst gainsay
or change which the Poet didst But
see But not to see whenst he didst
say
The passions, prejudices, interests,
That sway the meanest being--the weak touch
That moves the finest nerve
And in one human brain
Causes the faintest thought, becomes a link
In the great chain of Nature!
But see But not to see whenst he
didst say
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Virtue and wisdom, truth and liberty,

Fled, to return not, until man shall know
That they alone can give the bliss
Worthy a soul that claims
Its kindred with eternity.
But Ahh Dearest Poet thy words
thy thoughts be But ideal dreams
fromst the real divorced for monkey
is monkey andst cant he change he
what he be what thee didst see
DEAREST Poet inst the past
thy present be But But Ohh the
future also will be for thee inst thy
age didst sagely see whenst thee
didst see The Triumph of Life led
by its captives that be
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All hastening onward, yet none seemed to know

Whither he went, or whence he came, or why
He made one of the multitude, and so

For Dearest Poet that multitude

which thee didst not see be But
monkeys chained to the necessity of
their drives which none doth to see
But they doest feel their drives But
not know fromst whenst they flow
E’en that Janus-visaged Shadow
didst not know

Of all that is, has been, or will be done

what I doth know

for Of all that is, has been, or will be done will

always be done by that monkey with
its drives that Nature doth But
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drive that monkey along they be

driven But not know why for ast thy
Rousseau didst say for they not
know themselves thus alas

"And who are those chained to the car?" "The

Wise,
"The great, the unforgotten: they who wore
Mitres & helms & crowns, or wreathes of light,
Signs of thought's empire over thought; their lore
"Taught them not this—to know themselves;
their might
Could not repress the mystery within,
And for the morn of truth they feigned, deep
night

Thee knew Dearest Poet thee knew

But thee hadst not lifted the
"painted veil" fully andst thus thee
couldst not see for thy idealism didst
obscure the real andst disguised
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Nature with thy dream of thee of

the immortal spirit free Ohh Dearst
Poet thee condemned God Yet thee
be a moralist andst that be why thee
didst not see the real for Ohh Poet
there be But no good or evil whenst
God be dead for Nature is just
Nature it is just “IS” whenst thee
saw those captives thee didst
moralise thy vision for they are just
what they are monkeys inst Natures
thrall temptations passions
aspirations or longing for the fleshy
life be But just the ISNESS” of
monkeys neither bad nor right they
hath their part to play inst Natures
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way ast maggots andst fleas doth eat

devour fuck thee doth not moralise
they so why moralise these monkeys
for be not the world a desolate place
for those who see the “ISNESS”
of this place for Poet where thee
didst call man a “mechanized
automaton” for being that slave to
power thee spoke truth that hour
But thee didst not see that power
be itself what Nature the monkey
with doest endower the
“ISNESS” of that monkey naught
But what Nature wants Ahh
But what be sought by all monkey
But Ahh thee doth ask what these
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monkeys be well lets I start with a

small part well Dearest thee be a
monkey just inst thy mirror just look
andst see andst thee willst know
thyself perhaps uncut thy chains
know that mystery thy freedom to
gain ast Rousseau didst seem to
exclaim, for I shallst thee show to
the monkey why most monkies be too
But sheeples that doth ast the Poet
didst see
… not one slave, who suffers from the crimes
Of this unnatural being, not one wretch,
Whose children famish and whose nuptial bed
Is earth's unpitying bosom, rears an arm
To dash him from his throne!
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So why be that so for they obey act

think what ever be what they who
upon the throne doest to them doest
But say they speak words like of
pornography freedom democracy But
none doth know what these words
doest But mean for they all just
follow each andst each inst ways
they upon the throne doth lead with
empty words doth they fill the
sheeples minds to feed these sheeples
that doth need for they to lead for
ast Dearest Poet thee didst thou
Thou knowest his imbecility
But thee wrongly thought they
hadst ahead a lofty destiny
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For their brains hath not the

capacity or the ability to be other
thanst that imbecility that with which
Nature hath endowered all those
monkies fromst the past present now
future andst inst to eternity all
monkies be But canst not be other
thanst canst be But full of stupidity
Whether one leads But follows or
by the wayside falls all be But inst
Natures sway all say I allll life
alive the inanimate sparks the dust
the motes the scent that uponst some
randy girls cunt doth waft all say I
all be part of the intermingled web of
immutability of Natures laws
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Ast the Poet didst sagely saw

Countless and unending orbs
In mazy motion intermingled,
Yet still fulfilled immutably
Eternal Nature's law.
Above, below, around,
The circling systems formed
A wilderness of harmony;
Each with undeviating aim,
In eloquent silence, through the depths of
space
Pursued its wondrous way

Whether the Sannyasi Sadhu

Crazy Zen monk Mystic those
full of Divine Madness the leaders
the followers the Poet I andst all
Alll that so long ast we drink
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breathe andst eat we all be But inst

Natures web of necessity ast that
sage Han Shan didst wisely say
All life is lost inst dust
Ast bugs within a bowl we all just
circle round andst round andst all
unable to get out or freedom to be
found
For inst the bowl the monkey doth
But seek
O’er Nature Power
O’er Others Power
Andst
O’er Itself Power
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So doth lay I back with this vision inst

my minde inst the monkeys splendour
whenst didst lift I the mask the “painted
veil” to finde girly cunts lips lurid pink
that flash brighter thanst the morn with
randy blushes coating the world inst clouds
of perfumed cunt scent enraptured be my
fancy to elevate this imagination of mine
wondrous beauty inst the world of Nature
so sublime an earthy pageant of girlies
randy cunts Ahh thee cracks the shits
with disgust Ahh prove I my point
monkey sheeples Ahh

That Horn effect

Thus Dearest Poet the answer I doth
give whenst thee didst cry

Then ,what is life? I cried

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Prometheus
Bound

POEM
BY C
DEAN
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Prometheus
Bound
POEM BY C
DEAN

colin leslie dean Australia’s leading erotic poet free for

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Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-Gamahucher-Press Gamahucher
press west geelong Victoria 2024
P.1 Mignon, Abraham Still life with rotting fruit and nuts on a stone ledge
P.2 Wild Flowers and Thistles in a Vase Vincent van Gogh P.3 Still Life
With Thistles 1890 Vincent Van Gogh P.4Ruins of the Parthenon, 1880
Sanford Robinson Gifford P.5Ruins at Hierapolis, Greece Harry John
Johnson (1826–1884 P.6 Ruins of a Doric Temple Hubert Robert
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N Ahh what be

Prometheus
this

Bound
well lets speak we of
anthropology where some
doth say that the Gods be
But mans projection of
itself where the hierarchies
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be But naught But mans

hierarchies where e‘en the
Gods look like man where
didst Feuerbach But say
evey aspect of the Gods is
naught But the aspects of
man andst again quote he
say"If man is to find contentment in God,
he must find himself in God." For: In

mans consciousness of the

infinite man hast naught
But only the infinity of
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mans own nature andst

fromst there we be led to
Karl Marx Yet we need
not go that far for we are
led to psychology andst
philosophy perhaps where the
Gods powers contained
enslaved imprisoned man
inst slavery to the laws
powers of the Gods But
what be the fate of that man
whenst that man is given
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those powers to manipulate

the laws of the Gods well
man thus becomes God andst
fromst their throne the Gods
are thrown to fall inst
oblivion for man doth not
need them for he is now God
But has he the brains to use
those powers to his gain or
to his pain and perhaps
destruction of he and where
he be so recite onst andst see
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PREFACE Ahh Dearest reciter

must I to thee confess that my wit be poor
andst my wit be so less to tell to thee inst
lines that alas be poorly writ though my
thoughts maybe deep my skill at wit be so
shallow to not fill a true poets quills nib
Yea hear I go with my try to tell about
hubris that egos snare where that ego doth
But scatter its scum for those of pride of
consequence do not care to what be bought
with that hubris for their vanities doth to
heaven to soar to the very Gods they aspire
with their desire to seek all the world to be
the dumping ground of their pride But
alas to ruin everything be brought fromst an
ego that its will imposed is sought uponst
the world that fromst such hubris no
restraint canst be taught
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Some doth say Dearest monkey that the

essence of thee is the will to power Ahh what be
the consequence Dearest monkey whenst thee
hast the power of the Gods

Whenst like Zesus thee control the lightning

bolt to strike thy enemies

Whenst like Apollo thee canst heal all things

Whenst like Poseidon the earthquakes thee

canst send

Whenst like Ares all warfare be thy control

Canst thee monkey whenst thee has power o’er

nature canst thee have the brains to control thee

Just looketh thee at history andst thee will the

answer see
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Ahh Ahh that stench that doth

reach mine sense Ahhh that stink
fromst that earth that be But my
creation Ahh that putrid vapour doth
Ohh hurt more thants the eagles
claw the eagles tipped beak that doth
each day to tear this liver that doth
fromst burst forth the cries these
sighs that e’en this stink that fromst
the earth to rise be But more
torments that this misery willst for
eternity to endure But no Ohh But
not this stench that will cease not
Ohh Ohh cry I Ohh for each
night I I be But free of pain But
both night andst day there be no
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release fromst this stink that doth

that doth rise fromst the earth
polluted sewer made by those
monkies that didst I giveth the fire
inst my hubris Andst with those
flames came all the woes for those
monkeys inst their stupidity didst
believe that ast they didst light the
world they were now the Gods
themselves with no need of we no
more for they hadst inst their
arrogance now hadst to Gods to
form andst fromst the spark that
didst I inst my hubris didst give to
they fromst that spark all Yeaa all
the woes didst flow uponst the earth
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that wast once so full of life of

beauty of delight now became such a
fright for fromst that flame came
science medicine speech That now to
mine ears no verse doth rise fromst
the earth But now naught but
screech doth reach mine ears no
Poets speak just Ohh those
jibbering lines that reek for now no
poesy doth fromst those monkey lips
doth flow For whenst life doth
break the chains that doth keep it
contained within the boundaries of
its environment thenst that life doth
break free to thenst to change create
its own reality But inst doing so it
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hast now no restraints to thus out

of control to spiral to its doom for
monkey be to stupid andst doth need
to be controlled to be enslaved wast
the only way to keep those monkies
fromst devouring the earth
themselves andst themselves to
replace us Gods ast Ohh Zeus
hadst to I of old told which inst my
hubris see I not But see I now
the poisonous plants the wars malice
grief the sickness with no relief to
mine ears the cries that fly to I of
unslaved monkies that now fill our
earth of the Gods with famine andst
death andst plague that doth onst
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their breath to flow to reach mine

sense this stink this stench of
monkey that now know I why
Zeus didst enslave those fools to
chain their cruelty to each their
violence that to suffering send each
of each of those monkeys that once
be Ohh once inst communion with
life andst us Gods that with that
spark didst I give to they they fell
to descend inst to their life of hell
andst Ohh Oh those fools ast tell
I praise I for that gift that giveth
I to they But Ahh But Ahhhh
I say what loss for us Gods for
they believe they hast replaced us we
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andst become now the Gods andst we

forgot with they with now with the
power of us the Gods But without
the brains without the chains all they
devour andst fromst our thrones we
hast But fell for we liveth upon the
incense that doth that fromst the
altars to us doth flow with sweet
smells of myrrh andst frankincense
aloes andst sandalwood that to our
us these savours doth feed fromst
where is breathed thru our souls
these fumes of clouds that doth to
Olympus doth float But Ahh
Ahh But now that stink doth rise
that doth rust our Domes of Gold
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doth stain those pillars of ivory

bronzed obelisks glowing arches of
emeralds andst gems andst curtains
too soaked in this stench that thru
our galleries of gleaming light now
But naught But shrouds of stink
thru each recess poisonous noxious
stink doth coat to all inst darkness
our light our beautiful light gone out
the echo thru those empty halls
where once we Gods didst inst
revelry dance andst sing andst feast
uponst our feet to andst hear Ohh
andst once didst hear so sweet poesy
rise fromst the earth uponst lips
with sweet rhyme But Ohh now of
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those monkies that now But jibbers

andst screech to tear my sense with
more pain thanst that eagles bite for
to my sight naught But gloom inst
those rooms of us Gods that Ohhh
that Ohh hast I killed with my
hubris hast I killed all my flock to
death
fromst that stink that doth rise
fromst that gift of fire that didst I
fromst that stupidity didst to them
to them that those stupid monkies to
give that killed us ALL of us
Gods to death uponst the breath of
that stink that steams up fromst that
sink that sewer to us refracting the
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light of those orbs of fire thru the

gloom that waft andst curl thru
empty rooms quite But putrid andst
inst the gloom alone forlorn at her
feet uponst the floor her son dead fed
uponst by Porn that carcass poor of
withered eaten flesh uponst his bones
swarm Aphrodite doth with rags
andst veil of mouldy cloth doth her
face conceal to mourn with wail
those pains that naught canst heal
that doth But fromst that hart of
steel doth But steal such sorrows
like vipers But curled along round
the tips of her breasts snakes that
bite andst hiss fed uponst the
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monkey-muck of lust inst that flesh

that doth But only fuck that doth
burn inst the flesh the soul of those
monkies untold she cries she sighs
no more the sweet kiss of love doth
uponst the lips to press uponst the
neck the ears to pluck along soft
flesh of bosoms of thighs Ohh those
sweet kiss along around those lips
furled inst love that uponst the
perfumed breath doth flutter ast
butterfly wings of soft silk flesh
uponst the breath kiss with mouth of
red rose petaled lips with desire of
delight alight with fire that altar of
love that shudders andst quakes
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andst shakes the rippling trembling

flesh inst love now lost inst lust the
eyes not shine with love But gorged
onst lust all sees But what they
want to feed But their lust to eat
each devour all hours inst feeding
their monkey lusts animals that
thrust andst ram to kiss not But to
suck uponst lips furled puffy out
that life that eyelids droop andst
pale uponst the face where life doth
drain andst pain with each little
breath that each doth suck fromst
each ast wine fromst their veins ast
honey to their lips ast fromst fucking
they be consumed inst lusts flames
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andst inst their lust entombed with

each bite each suck their soul doth
die with their groans andst cummings
that to the sky to fly
Where Leander the sea to cross for
love
Where Orpheus to hell to go for
love
Where Pluto to bear the air for
love
Where once uponst each lip didst sit
pearled dew uponst each lip ast
petals of some perfumed rose where
didst inst eyes gleam of love now
Ohh doth But gleam fromst pallid
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cheek the hues of death where moon-

beams spread spangles of light to
skip onst waves tip the tips of leaves
that inst scented some dell they of
love didst make now the gleams but
light now their hell where they just
fuck andst each fromst each the life
to suck ‘neath that veil her wails
seep
‘neath that veil we need not to
glimpse to see the mystery of that
face once of beauty what now might
along her lips those cheeks might
But trace now with that son of she
But Ahh we I dare not see no
courage to look Ohh to look uponst
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those eyes that of love didst beams

ast the moon inst purple pool not I
or we the courage to see Ohh to see
perhaps inst her eyes Ohh her eyes
cold stare inst the Ohh that stink of
the air her eyes of gloom of doom
Ney Ney not looketh I at her inst
that stench of room ast that stink
that doth rise to taint that chariot of
Phoebus that rides across the sky to
smudge inst paints that dull that
shell of crimson fire that enkindle
onst my lips my cries of pain that
doth But curl thru that frozen air
that stink that shroud of vapour
noxious that doth hide the light of
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Aurora with her lips of pink faint

shine with no splendour those
monkies doth not see those entangled
forms ast worms that uponst decay
doest But to form no voice tender
doth rise fromst they I mourn
fromst morn to dusk to morn to
mourn naught I to hear But wailing
doth o’er the earth to storm no songs
no poesy of melodious rhythms doth
etch uponst the tainted airs or reach
the ears of mine no charm no spell of
verse doth etch uponst the earth
naught But jabbering Ohh woe is
me thought I to giveth them light
But naught gave I But darkness
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la ville de la
boue
POEM
BY C
DEAN
2

la ville de la
boue
POEM BY C
DEAN
colin leslie dean Australia’s leading erotic poet free for
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Schönbrunn Palace, Vienna, Austria P.2 Alhambra,
Granada, Spain p.3 Sanssouci Palace, Potsdam,
Germany P.5 Doge's Palace, Venice, Italy p.6 Winter
Palace, Saint Petersburg, Russia P.22 Otto Dix skull
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO

N So what be la
ville de la
bouewell it might be
about the muck of
civilization ast perhaps
Marx might of discussed
with disgust too much
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wealth where a Bad King

John died fromst gluttony
onst peaches where Henry
Purcell dead fromst gorging
onst chocolate Ögedei
Khan andst Attila the Hun
died both fromst too much
alcohol andst feasting where
Rome decayed fromst to
much civilization of conquest
consumption of luxuries
that doth lead all
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civilizations to rot fromst

within fromst too much
indulgence onst its fruits
where now we be at that
same place the abuse of too
much Oriental despotism
drowning inst sensations
sensuality fed fromst the
corruption of consumption
conquest that doth But
bring us all to be a Vathek
a Dorian Gray an Des
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Esseintes where those

Aesthetes andst Decadents
of the fin de siècle were a
minority now inst modernity
they be the majority where
now ast of far away Rome
we devour ourselves fromst
within But Ahh ast of all civilizations
the top doth of the bottom feed uponst
andst eats their labours products to
gild their Domes feed their faces like
worms onst the flesh of the masses
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PREFACE Ahh Dearest

reciter hear this this poesy of I of my
thoughts onst this of life of nature of
which some wit whose name I hast
forgot But who didst exclaim that they
to wealth they be like flies to shit
speake I true not with smooth wit
that be But But with ease true doth
I But not please thy ear not to thy
conscience to please well so what I
doth still doth tell what uponst which
thee wont thy minde to dwell that inst
the fruits hart doth the worm to finde
like life itself these worms feed off all
they finde andst what be these worms
they be thee
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Inst those palaces fine where the Lords of

mankind doest But dine where it be said that
a single man in possession of a good
fortune, must be in want of a wife where
the Mr Darcys eat of the good life But
Ahh where doth this food uponst which they
eat cometh fromst well read Karl Marx or
“The Prince” for the truth to find for these
Lords doth exploit the poor that they may
dine to live inst palaces fine whilst the poor
well let them their food to find the Lords
doest whine onst scapes to find these poor
these swine that we distain for all everything
be mine these worms they claim of their
victims for thee too to see see Lewis Hine
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Andst didst I didst I see I one

of those lovers that were doomed to
die where Scylla didst But lie I
one of that those that Death fell
weeping inst his charnel-house
whenst that Latmian Endymion
didst that wand to break uponst
that lyre onst that pedestal to re-
animate us andst I to life midst
with sweet pulses andst tones of
musics harmonies that spread thru
the air joyous gladness we all didst
with I madly clasp each to each
with mutual arms devout about ast
didst uponst the eyes of Endymion
10

didst to gaze ast symphonies

delicious of sound fell like showers
of light about like flowers budded
swelling full blown with sounds
divine Andst didst I didst I see
I one of those that of that host that
didst move onst for many a league
till we didst hear with surprise the
cry of Glaucus whenst that faint
dawn didst arise didst But us
surprise andst Ohh andst I andst
we didst But see Yea didst But
see Domes of diamonds that
glittering spread rays of silver light
thru the dawns pink rays that didst
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sparkle golden glows of amber

uponst our faces that didst with eyes
joyous uponst those sights our eyes
traces that along those opal Domes
races our eyes about along upon
pillars of jasper that be flushed with
the blush of coral shafts with
wonder copious each andst I didst
drunkenly uponst those sights of
marble But Ohh But though this
Paphian army didst each to each
didst each to each see the same ast
that Poet didst claim to see I Oh
I didst see ast lifted fromst my eye
that veil that doth hide the true
12

fromst the false Andst I peering

thru that foam of light of Aurōra
sweet pink hues Didst see I not
what that Poet didst see whenst he
didst compare these Domes to the
magnificence to Babylon to
Nineveh to Memphis didst he
compare for I Ohh didst see not
majesty But foul not fair not the
sumptuous But squalid didst I see
not of the Poet But degeneracy
perversity exquisiteness inst decay
I say didst see I with intoxicated
vision didst see I all Ohh all that
art of sensation But naught But
13

naught more thanst of filths creation

those gem-like flames that burst
fromst those Domes those golds
those amber tints that didst But
sparkle be But the glow fromst the
decadence of empire decayed by its
commercial andst military glories
that doth lay about ast scum uponst
all those marble stories where all
those emperors vile like Nero didst
fiddle inst their imperial idiocies ast
their worlds didst crumble to dust
andst burn in flames of greed andst
lust Andst didst see I writ inst
muck inst mist above the Domes to
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float these words of wisdom of truth

andst true prophesy of all of all
mans creations that with such
sensations that monkey doth jibber
andst bellow out its elations doth
But that monkey of its things doth
believe ast truth that all its crap
willst last till infinity doth But end
Ohh howeth silly it be to think it
andst its things be full of
immortality for be writ inst clouds
of invisible ink that doth cloak these
Domes ast a shroud around these
glittering orbs of gold that be But
Sepulchures that house their vanities
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For be writ by Ozymandias

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

For be writ by Abu al-Ala al-

Ma’arri
Many a nations have settled on other mens
land
The fallen and likewise crumbled into sand
For be writ ast didst see onst The
City of Brass Emir Musa
Th’ Empyrean’s Lord surprised them with one
word, * Nor wealth nor refuge could their doom
delay!” Long time they ate and drank, but their
joyaunce had a term, * And the eater eke was
eaten, and was eaten by the worm.”
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With daedal hand they didst these

Domes to craft with such sublime
art
That didst Endymion inst
phantasms remain asleep inst his
dreams of Arcady where he didst
breathe such air that didst his vision
contaminate with the ideal where he
poor he didst not see what I didst
see the real where he poor Endymion
didst But view the nectared cups
that didst But run inst fountains of
rose-honeyed But nectared ooooze
ast the lyres didst strum andst the
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vines strung the foliage run along

toying Cupids empire—sure

Midst revelry where garlanded

pleasures reigned But for sure
Endymion only saw what his dreams
of the ideal didst thru his eyes to
beam ast Alastor for what I saw
wast the reverse of Le Gallienne
inst what he saw inst “A Ballad
of London” for that jungle-flower
bright not at its roots didst swarm
But at the heights they didst Ohh
they didst coil ast mingled vines
paly of hue trammelled each thru each
were worms that have not eyes or
wings. That fed upon the rest below
for
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Unlike Leander Orpheus andst

Pluto these worms the sea the air
e’en the underworld doest they
plunder for their greed their food to
feed their insatiable need They didst
I see poor Endymion inst his glee
not see these worms ravened ast doth
Lord Bryon let us to see them feed
onst Those truffles, too, are no bad accessaries
–Followed by petits puits d’Amour, a dish
Of which, perhaps, the Cookery rather varies,
So every one may dress it to his wish,
According to the best of dictionaries
Which encyclopedize both flesh and fish;
But even, sans Confitures, it no less true is
There’s pretty picking in those petits puits.
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Andst didst hear I midst the flutes

andst lyres andst dancing feet within
the gulf of whirling light where
diadems of gold andst blue didst
flash upon the grapes andst berries
blue that filled the lips pouting with
foaming ooze of those worms that
didst Ohh didst hear I thru those
puffy swollen gorged bits of flesh
didst hear themst sigh ast lay about
out of Endymions gleeful sight
nymphs of polished ivory flesh
tresses fair andst black pubic hair
lips apart dew-decked of pearls
20

Ohh these girls uponst doth those

worms to feed ast they didst sigh
Ast Caligula
That all Rome had But one neck
Ast Lord Byron
That Womankind had but one rosy
mouth, / To kiss them all at once
from North to South
Ast that pervert Australian
decadent
That all women had one cunt that I
couldst fuck them all at once Ahh
andst ast I didst But see the
breath fromst my lips didst flow
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fromst that hart of I that didst melt

at those scenes of Lewis Hine those
lifes caused by those worms inst all
those palaces andst mansions of gold
glitter that lit the sky above those
Domes like blood that didst soak
the airs crimson more red thanst
sunsets glow that ‘neath those
Domes their lips sucked fromst the
flesh those lily bud lips that sighed
cries ast those worms onst them
didst feed to drain their blood that
didst But ooze fromst those puffy
swollen lips that didst suck fromst
those lifes their manna-dew the food
22

of the gods that they didst But think

they are with right divine to suck all
life for their bliss that fromst their
lips dripped berry juice andst wine
of grape ast they recline inst ‘neath
their Domes their Elysiums twined
with honeysuckles andst eglantines
whilst children tears weep ‘neath
lamps of cubed lights of gold whilst
up stairs glittering the worms wave-
like crawl whilst tummies churn
andst children cry with faint breath
that curls round the silver light
fromst the windows of the worms to
keep the jungle-flower bright
 1

Brightness
POEM
BY C
DEAN
 2

Brightness
POEM
BY C
DEAN
colin leslie dean Australia’s leading erotic poet free for
download http://www.scribd.com/doc/35520015/List-of-
Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-Gamahucher-Press Gamahucher
press west geelong Victoria 2024
P.1 John Martin’s The Great Day of His Wrath
(1851–3). P.2 The Deluge J. M. W. Turner P.3 John
Martin: Apocalypse P.5 John Martin’s The
Destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah (1852)
 3

PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N Ahh what be this

Brightness be it
the reverse of Byrons
“Darkness” well what be
that “Darkness” itself be
about well what doth he
doth say be the sun that
went out Ahh But here
 4

hear be the subtly of perhaps

Byrons allegory for what
doth he mean by the sun out
be it the death of God be it
the death of morality whenst
we all now doth live inst a
universe of nihilistic
sensuality where it be But
now just dog eat dog inst the
dark barren dead earth
whenst we kill God we kill
morality andst the sun now
 5

goes out all o’er the earth

andst we live inst the
“Darkness” we I shallst
let thee make up thy minde
But for we what be this

Brightness well

let me say all brightness

hast to have a source fromst
which it doth get its light thy
house those palaces gilded of
gold thy LED thy candle
 6

flame thy light bulb must

have a source for that bright
light ast the sun that lit that
paradise of Endymion that
lit those Acaridan idylls
fromst which those grapes of
such wine is distilled all
must have a source for the
light that gives us life so
what be this Brightness
that doth give US life recite
onst to see with thy sight
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PREFACE Ah Dearest
reciter recite this chronographia with
which doest I start with a simile
fromst that bard
e’en ast the purple-coloured sun e’en ast
the rose-cheek of Adonis
e’en ast that stain that doest stain all
nymphs that be more lovely thanst a
man
e’en the red the white of some womens
deep hued face full of delectations for
those of refined of taste
e’en the bright light of morn that doth
follow the dark face of night
all I say ALL must have a source
for that light
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Ahh inst this world of over stimulation

Dearest reciter andst that be thee we me
inst this world of nihilist sensuality where
each doth reach for more stimulation each
doth bathe inst the exquisiteness of
sensuality we be all a Childe Harold a
Elagabalus a Beckford andst an
Sardanapalus that doth race to revel inst
ungodly glee to burn ast a gemlike flame inst
the phantasmorgia of voluptuous luxuries of
consumption of stimulates with a superfluity
of sensibilities intoxications onst sensations
But Dearest reciter these gemlike flames
must have a source that doth the flames to
feed But hast thee thought at what cost be
the price be
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I didst awaken andst didst see light

bright brightening the eternal space
rays of light pathless streaked o’er the
earth bright hot
No darkness fromst morn to morn ast
morn didst come andst go to come to
the morn inst light bright the earth
uponst which didst flicker andst inst
the sky be not seen the sun for that
brightness that didst fromst the earth
flow didst out shine the face of
Phoebus andst his glow extinguished
with along with the stars for all space
was alight bright with the light that
didst burst upon the universe fromst
the earth andst no Selene couldst be
seen for all alll wast alight with light
 10

bright fromst that earth that didst make

Phoebus andst Selene to be But blind
for didst see I upon that earth cities
that didst burn with life full of monkeys
their passions within this eternal light
that within this habitation all their
harts didst But fromst their mouths
inst joyous sound like hymns to the
brightness didst resound ast around
didst spread thru out the earth
brightness that didst this earth to make
a sun inst the universe that lit all space
andst didst see I uponst the sea ships
that didst trace their mark uponst the
waves But Ahh rudderless they didst
o’er the ripples to the surgy murmurs of
the lovely sea that didst sparkle ast
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gems to flicker ast fireflies that didst

But dance upon the face of monkeys
within these rudderless ships that didst
But their tracks to take to reefs
whilst didst see I thru glades andst
fens andst pastorals where with
zephyr-sighs that be like prints of
Poussin andst Claude that where
didst lay once Endymion the rushes
feny the ivy banks andst palmy ferns
that were cut by rakes of coaches full
of laughing screaming monkeys ebullient
each inst their turn onst their backs
bellowing joyous thanks to the
brightness that their lifes lit up where
e’en the drivers themselves be
intoxicated inst joy drunk onst
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happiness layed about dreaming of more

brightness But Ahh didst see I that
the paths they be onst didst to walls of
brick to take driverless didst see I
pass by cities alight ast hearths that
didst burn bright with monkeys that
with gathered to consume with to
each to each didst look inst each others
beaming bright face with each andst
each happy be they that didst dwell
within the eye of their place that didst
burn bright as volcanos that doest But
light the night I doest tell these
monkeys with all their might didst
uponst sup with carless joy this
joyous light ast like manna-dew ast like
trickling honey-combs that ast like a
 13

cornucopia that doth n’er be dry doth

each monkey its mouth to foam ast
onward to another city speed they feed
this monkey life ast didst But see that
wanderer of Keats the war the deeds
the disappointment the anxiety for more
for more of this eternal brightness for
more andst more of security happiness
comfort that doth But to pets these
monkeys doth become that doth upon
their lips their sighs of joy sound to be
But ast Christopher Smart didst
sagely say the praise to brightness
canst give to mute fish the notes of a
nightingale with which they sing inst
their flats & maynes inst all the
cities more saw I I didst those
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monkeys like Beckford feed they with

excessive susceptibility to immediate
impressions that didst the earth to burn
inst brightness with that gemlike flame
to revel with ungodly glee at that
which Childe Harold didst not fromst
flee But they those monkeys didst
But drown inst perfume andst luxury
more profound that Elagabalus more
Ohh more voluptuous thanst
Sardanapalus more sweet their lutes
their lyres more lascivious their
tinkling uponst womens flesh more of
the softness of a love doves breath
more reeking the odours of their
perfumed dreams seeking more
brightness fromst their gems andst the
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eye glittering fromst whatever be that

which of they doest mate where each
andst all those monkeys life be But to
fill with sensations e’en unto pain ast
doth say Byron luxuriating inst that
brightness that though too dazzling be
too rich of imagery too intense of
sensation Yet burn Oh too more
brighter be for more the earth glows
inst light the more the more the monkeys
inst their consuming fight doth upon the
earth its hunger for more doth bite andst
more the brightness more doth ignite the
agitations stimulations exquisite
sensualises ast didst that sage Robert
Buchanan didst once didst say fromst
which didst flow an o’er superfluity of
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thunderous stress andst straining

storms of tumultuous sorrows unrest
fromst such hunger for tints andst hues
inst nuanced forms to feed that
brightness that the monkeys seem to
But to need to esteem that brightness
that doth of all things reflect refract
inst prisms rain bow gleams flickering
off those monkeys inst their gardens of
Adonis that of which Spenser didst
paint andst Keats with voice
mellifluous so quaint with minstrelsy
full of light entwined inst chambers
high embowered myrtle walled they lay
onst damasked couches silken with rosy
glow they slumber ast youth doth doest
inst contentment ast an o’er gorged pet
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that doth feel all secure happy andst

content with sheet of wealth of gold-
tinted with the hue of peach andst
summer faded marigold these monkeys
doth lay inst sleep content with the
brightness that doth feed they they lay
onst white are with feet so light andst
their OOhh Ohh so sweet damask
mouths that slumberly pout ast some
dew-tipped rose that whenst awake
fromst sleep they didst believe ast they
lay down didst But rest their chins
upon the hands clenched andst Ohh
Ohh didst But smile andst with the
rest hurried to andst fro within the
brightness andst fed Yea andst fed on
the brightness that caused to light the
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earth twined they each into a multitude

like vipers andst all they found was
food onst the earth to feed uponst andst
didst each glut itself with the
brightness gorging where all the earth
was one great bright light glorious
brightness they like Adonis their
eyes to rub fromst sleep within curls
that be fair ‘neath nectared clouds
odorous o’er all they didst again But
laugh andst sing so gay ast bright
light fromst that brightness o’er their
shoulders fell ast drizzling dew they
didst But live inst palaces of mottled
ore with floors of turquoise golden
domed balustrades of diamonds
polished black porticoes ast Endymion
 19

didst But see But But Ohhh But

what wast to be seen that Endymion
didst not to see wast the void that
stretched o’er chasms enormous where
full of not foam But waste andst
pollutes that didst But inst to the
streams subterranean But flow andst
taint the beds of granite andst to
contaminate the mucky heads of a 1000
fountains where thee couldst the water
slash with a knife with no splash those
fountains spout columns of filth dead
andst cold ast ice with no life andst
those berries andst vines andst blooms
that doth about those monkeys head the
herbage sweet peas the globes of clover
those daisies vermeil-rimmed all Ohh
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all be sullied andst toxic full of things

unknown that doth lay the earth to waste
these monkeys inst their haste for
brightness where Ohh that light be But
the glow that cometh sucked fromst the life
of things fromst things to give the
brightness that doth blind those monkeys to
the cost of their security happiness comfort
like bloated gorged o’er fed kept pets that
lie around onst their silken sweet scented
beds whilest around Ohh whilest around
inst the brightness that blindeth them to
But not see the flowers be dead the seas
barren full of filth the winds that they
doest breathe wither’d all ‘neath stagnate
air But Oh they not care for they hast
brightness to fill the universe everywhere
 1

Arcady
POEM
BY C
DEAN
 2

Arcady
POEM
BY C
DEAN
colin leslie dean Australia’s leading erotic poet free for
download http://www.scribd.com/doc/35520015/List-of-
Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-Gamahucher-Press Gamahucher
press west geelong Victoria 2024 P.1 Our English
Coasts, 1852 ('Strayed Sheep') William Holman
Hunt P. Giuseppe Falchetti (1843-1918) P.3
Christoph Paudiß - Wolf reißt ein Lamm (1618)
P.4 Anguish August Friedrich Schenck 1878 P.6
Agnus Dei by Francisco de Zurbaran 1635-1640
 3

PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N Ahh what be this

Arcady well firstly

it be a Mise-en-scène full
of lighting space framed
composition full of makeup
andst hair styles full of
method acting surreal
allegory of sumptuous
words images rapturous
 4

Sensations decadent of
derangement Yet Dearest
reciter thee doth aask “about
what” well lets say it be a
proem inst the vein of
Fellinis Casanova andst
Satyricon Yet again thee
doth ask “about what” well
let say about Jungs depth
psychology of the
unconscious Well perhaps
e’en Freuds views onst
"das Es” perhaps the anima
and the animus the role of
 5

archetypes and the collective

unconscious ast projected
fromst the poets minde Yet
again perhaps Marxist
sociology critique upon
capitalism with ideas fromst
Eros and Civilization: A
Philosophical Inquiry into
Freud Ahh be it about those
with their heads up their
arse that cant see they are
being used ast milch cows to
make the elites rich ast they
go nowhere onst that hamster
 6

wheel not knowing the real

deal Ahh lets be real
academics love this type of
intellectual jargon bullshit
with their heads up their
arse justifying their status
andst wealth path who cant
see what be But nothing
But creativity the fancy of a
poets brain for they be only
academics with their heads
up their arses for this be
about appearance andst
reality
 7

PREFACE Ahh Dearest

reciter Come listen to my words of
fine invention wrought with gold with
painted flowers that be But mine
thoughts But what be But mine
intentions well Dearest Dupe all
poets doth But want to bend thy minde
with words andst tropes andst all verse
fine with phrases divine enam’ling thy
minde with all that the poet cant gather
fromst the Muses 9 But whilst thee
be entertained thy minde be bent with
intentions maskt behind the poesy the
poet hast other things inst minde where
the poet doth But just plays with thy
minde with words to bend it inst to the
shape he doth want thru appearance to
hide his intent- the true reality
 8

Ahh Dearest reciter whenst thee see onst thy X,

Facebook andst Instagram andst Tik Tok andst
whatever net shit thee doth see to watch pretty faces
and pictures and snappy reels onst news with of their
clever words awash with PC jargon e’en inst they
school education be But a form of marketing awash
with newspeak which thee doth ALL take all this ast
reality Yet Dearest Dupe what thee doth see be
But just appearance just ast Spenser didst But
teach with his Florimell inst his The Faerie Queene,
Book IV, Canto V where what ‘seem’d to passe’ ast
the real be But ‘forged things’ where “Vnto the
vulgar for good gold insted, He much more goodly
glosse there on doth shed, To hide his falshood, then
if it were trew” for most fake things oft look better
than the true for most cant tell appearance fromst
reality
 9

Didst I I awake fromst my dream

inst that sleep inst which I didst no
not that I didst But dream fromst
that sleep didst I raise my sight
above the opium –scented airs that I
hadst didst But breathe andst doest
I now unmew mine mind I I to
stammer now where Keats didst
But sing andst now I mine song to
thy ears doth bring of I of I what
didst see I inst Arcady whenst I
didst lift mine eyes above the opium-
scented dream to But seem to see
Arcady with swelling liquid
streams perfumed valleys glinting
gold gilt upon leaves emerald tips
 10

grapes swelling bursting frothing

dripping ripe juice that didst seem to
flow o’er the sides of Latmos
with fruit succulent moist that hang
fromst bowers kissed with the lips
of Phoebus ast clouds of silvery
hue didst But float to the view of
I with purple shadows o’er the
petaled blooms of deep scarlet
vermeil daisies white that didst
light Caria where didst Endymion
his sheep to pasture didst whenst
didst hear I what didst But seem
to be thee to excite But the joyful
cries of children that didst But
seem to be to me ast the murmurs of
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the sea Yet upon mine deeper look it

was to me But crowds of
shepherds ast thee might But read
inst books of Horace or those
Elizabethan idylls which of
pastorals doest But tell I tell saw
I with sunburn flesh upon the earth
that wast of life ripe o’erflowing
saw I shepherds begirt with
minstreling tunes that swept upon
the ground along where didst But
follow sheeples which they kept with
vestments of white floss fleece that
didst But seem to dream ast those
inst idleness inst Elysian ‘mongst
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herbs of thyme andst white valley-

lilies
That though they walk with
regimented step inst lockstep they be
But asleep ast they walk But bleat
each the same bleat all But the same
But the same talk But inst
lockstep they But asleep But walk
these sheep with their April bred
younglings that doest But lick those
dew bubbles upon the grass
temperate sweet to their marching
feet to their bleats upon the mountain
tops pulsed tenfold fromst their lips
the breath that didst breathe didst
breathe wafts of perfume rain-
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scented eglantine that didst drip along

the wings tips of globes of herbage
clover andst all the sweet peas that
they couldst fine inst line they inst
line in front the shepherds not behind
their voice sublime they to the sheep
didst with sweet mellow sounds
that didst seep o’er the pastures
sweet music ast didst once thru the
vales of Thessaly didst fly to the
sheep didst lead ’neath trees leaves
upon the music scented breeze that
fell fromst the lips of those
shepherds with lips ast ebon-tipped
flutes didst lead midst the woodland
to an altar decked inst vines laced
 14

work with all around of rubies red

ast blood that didst twine around
andst crown the altars rim with
lights of crimson that didst seem to
swim andst drip down that altars
face that of riches of wealth of gems
didst But shine sparkling around a
priest with eyes steadfast uponst
those sheep didst proclaim “Men of
Latmos shepherds bands whose care
it is to guard a thousand flocks”
Come near Come near ast he upon
the altar thru frankincense gummy
andst teeming sweets stained with
wine red ast blood cracking sparking
that pile of fragrance didst that fire
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bright light the morn more brighter

thanst thanst that morn lit by
Apollos upward fire Yet didst I
seem to see thru the opium scented
dream that my minde peaked thru the
crown of ivy around his head didst
seem ast like horns uponst some
demon friend of Mammon where inst
its teeth didst seem to lurk some
trouble upon its lips fromst which
didst slip its cajoling verse that to
the sheep didst coerce it seemed to
me those sheep to flock to that to
marble altar that didst But seem
But a shrine of some “thing” unseen
that priests eyes whenst the light
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didst flicker right those eyes didst

look ast the eyes of some lynx that
glimmered inst the light to flash inst
those sheeps eyes that didst But
inst lockstep asleep to the alter didst
their feet to seek to bleat with
content ast around those sheep thru
that dream of opium scent didst see
I inst the shadows to lurk with
glinting teeth wolfs andst pards
with prying heads at the throats of
the sheep that didst bleat inst their
sleep oblivious to the teeth that longs
to rip andst tear their flesh for they
be But asleep lead by the shepherds
to that altar of marble dripping with
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the wealth of rubies red ast blood

that doth drip to seep thru the banks
of ivy inst what to they seem the
middle of pleasantness upon their
dreams asleep of fairy phantasies
that doth see believe be strewn ‘neath
their lockstep feet daises andst
budded blooms andst palmy ferns
andst rushes fenny thru which their
dreams onst phantasies wings doest
beat Whilst see I I see thru that
dream of opium perfumed mist ast
that priest doth raise his lips to lift
up the God of which they all doth
But worship doth I see I Ohh
doth see I the tints fromst the roses
 18

bloom to fade andst to But give

that God more vermeil lips to see I
thee I see the dewy tips of daisies
to But dry But seem to soak inst to
that Gods flesh whilst the sweet
tunes of nightingales didst crack ast
the verse of that priest didst from
his lips sound more sweet ast the
sun didst its light to seem to paly
becomes whilst the eyes of that God
didst light with fire the priest his his
lips that upon he didst pipe his verse
didst Ohh didst see I be But the
hollow stems of pipy hemlock thru
which that voice didst the sheep to
caress with dreams asleep they
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Didst inst lockstep to that alter

make their way ast that priest didst
to that God to sing that to the sheep
didst hear be But that hymn to Pan
Yet Ohh Yet didst really say he
But a hymn to Mammon hid within
those honeycomb golden words of
sounds of fruitage ripened that ast
bees the sheep didst to that God to
flee thru sunny meadows that verse
of that priest didst take those sheep
thru strawberrys creeping his words
didst thru their mindes to seep like
onst wings of bees Ohh how sweet
to the sheep ast butteflies his words
didst along their mindes didst keep
themst asleep upon the verses that
priest didst sing that fed like udders
 20

to those sheep those verses they

didst drink those hymns that not
were to the god Pan those verses
that grew within those sheepels
brains ast Night-swollen
mushrooms whilst to my view
speckled those fleeces of those
shepherded sheeples to that altar they
were led inst rows that they didst
not see ast pens whilst around they
they didst see to dance damsels with
over-brimmed white wicker with
young plants of perfume sweet they
danced along to that priest song Yet
I mine eyes didst see I that those
sheeples But be blind to what I
didst see for those maidens be But
harpies inst a dance within the dreary
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light of that dreary morn that

glimmered on those sheeples eyes that
incandescent sparkle ast scattered
golden showers scattered shards of
glass broken that didst litter the
grass ast those harpies didst But
dance Ohh didst But dance that
dance of the Walpurgis-Night to whirl
naked onst the airs with breasts
bloated with cunt hairs ast dark ast
a nightmares fright serpents swirl
tits jiggle arses tight thru light with
a Weirdest fright flying hair with
thighs with cunts ripe bloated with
flesh that doth at the sheeples doest
reach to snap at ast they swarm ast
flies doth to dead flesh their maggots
to breed they fly darkling wisps of
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light twisted blazing eyes bright that

upon the sheeples alights their cunts
which their clit they doth throbs their
flesh gorged lips spread to bite to
suck with their might those sheeples
which to their sight doth But see
sweet damsels wreathed inst scented
blooms that dance a prance where the
truth be But sooth those harpies
that drip cunt juice to the rivers
pollute andst the air upon their randy
ravish breaths that seep andst flow
andst drip fromst the cunt that bite
andst along the sheeps throats slip
andst slit with the curls furl tips of
their razor sharp lips for they the
sheeples be But milch cows fromst
those harpies doth sip the blood of
 23

their labour that doth run ast gold to

fill the veins of those harpies untold
fromst those sheeples trapped asleep
inst their dreams that doth flow
fromst the priest songs to lull those
sheeples inst their groves of Elysian
listen they midst hare-bells blue
buds of lavish gold that doth those
consumers of their bellies fill where
those sheeples doth But dwell andst
thus willst I tell the sheeples one by
one be led to that alter to that God of
wealth andst greed to which they inst
their dream asleep didst But see ast
pleasantness of delight ‘neath Nay
Nay within the heaven that didst of
them believe they didst be free to live
upon the honey-dew that they be fed
 24

Yet each one led to that alter its

throat cut andst bled Yet each before
saw such wine drip fromst that alter
sparkling light mingled red wine with
all those sweet herbs of thyme lilies
white fennel crowned that alter with
such appetites to those sheeples that
each be led to be bled to drip didst
see I thru that opium mist of
dreams the rubies red to multiply
around that shrine that alter to that
priests God budded blood But Nay
But rubies wealth ast to the sky
upon that pyre the sheeples final cry
But still asleep didst float to the
sky ast more rubies be But born
fromst their blood mine that they to
oblivion melt out their essence fine
 1

Anomie
POEM
BY C
DEAN
 2

Anomie
POEM
BY C
DEAN
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erotic poet free for download
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Victoria 2024 P.1,2 The scream • Edvard Munch P.3, the

Dance of Life • Edvard Munch 1899 P. 4 Vin de Vie Wine
of Life • Edvard Munch
 3

PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N What be

Anomie
this

be it But the writing inst

the dust of ChingAn to
lead thee astry be it But
the sickness of words tht of
Shih-Shu石木didst But of
complain or again be it But
 4

the demon poetry that didst

of Po Chu-I白居易didst claim
be it But full of archetypes
of Frye full of the deep
seated shared fears of
mankind or be it again be it
about like fairy tales full of
psychological meanings to
allow us to confront our
basic human predicaments
ast Bettelheim didst But
say But Ahh perhaps
 5

again naught But a never

ending story one part of the
“ total dream of man” ast
didst But again didst But
say Frye Ahh But yet
what might this

Anomie
dream this doth for thee lay
perhaps ast doth again doth
say Alexis de Tocqueville
inst regard to egoism andst
 6

individualism that be a “"calm

and considered feeling which deposes each
citizen to isolate himself from the mass of his
fellows and to withdraw into the circle of family
and friends ... with this little society formed to
his taste, he gladly leaves the greater society to
leading perhaps to
look for itself”

what Aristotle didst But

proclaim a "beast-like state"
the Renaissance didst But
see Either way dearest
reciter like Ovids
,Metamorphoses this lay
offers thee the opportunity
too to comprehend thy world
of incomprehensible woes
 7

PREFACE Ahh thee fools

of thy self made snare be envious of mine wit
that doth upon thy prison doth But I doth
But spit upon thy self-made cares andst that
scum of thy mind that doth thy limbs to bind
that doth But not see the glow of the rose
upon the cheek of all those that doth But
frame a face with such grace the vermilion
dawn the sunne a golden bloom upon the skies
upon the airs the earth to warm all nature be
born with such beauties delight that e’en
Aphrodite doth upon But stare that thee
stupid fool of doth not care to see for thee be
bound inst thy individuality isolate withdrawn
fromst each like thee no flesh to warm torn
fromst humanity inst anomie a
"derangement",of "an insatiable will in the
pursuit of thy self-interest ” "the malady of the
infinite"thy "beast-like state" thee cant But
But still or But fill for all be But utility
 8

Be this world be But a garden fashioned by that

sorcerer Okba with all the wizardry of science a
place of air delightful fragrant andst mild of feel ast
any summer wind that doth pass o’er thy flesh with
fount of fire to warm andst heat to win fromst those
rivulets of fire that doth this garden doth heat with
life every where fromst this magic within this gardens
dwelling place Yet each being here be But moulded
fromst snow where their touch upon the flesh of Laila
be But chilled andst cold andst Ohh they all doth
doest melt away to leave she alone andst full of woe
she who doth long for a human touch andst a human
glow for dearest reciter this be But the price thee
mayest pay for that magic that doth all thy wants to
ally is an individuality where thee doth need no one
for magic giveth all what thee may But to snow But to
ice thee andst all the rest be But made where all
beauty andst humanity doth fade within the garden
that is But really nothing But decay
 9

Ahh lay here I hear “neath “La Mort de

Sardanapale” Come dearest Come to this
place of I that all wizardry hath given I all
thy wants all thy desires given to thee all
thy needs met place thy self inst my Indras
net place thy self midst all my gems which
doth But burn with such gemlike flames
Come Come my dear be But one of my
jewels to light my life with thy eyes aflame
inst my net that doth light the universe
that doth dispel all woes all thy longing to
be But met inst my net to light ast the
Atharva Veda doth But say thy mind thy
vision andst all thy senses doth this
wizardry envelop all that doth enter this
place of I willist burn with such gemlike
flames within their eyes upon each face
the price to pay be But anomie for all to
gain
 10

Listen listen drearest one ast thee doth

hear those sweet Ohh so sweet melodies
of Ohh soo sweet Salome of Strauss to
kiss thy mouth ast I doth But soon willst
But kiss thy finger-tips of ivory those
hands Ohh those hands of delight of such
sublime bliss to feel thy life thru veins to
flow that soon to I willst inst my veins to
go Ahh I not be a thing to thee a
human I doth to bring Ahh that I doth
long for that raptuousness of that kiss
pressed upon mine lips those young lips
of thee that my sighs willst sing such
melodies to out do those 1000000 doves
that swoon around their love for Ahh
that that kiss for eternity to last inst the
Elysium of that skin jasmine perfumed
honey-suckle scent
:
 11

Ahh come near dearest come near

“neath “Salmacis et Hermaphrodite” of
de Troy clasp we our arms like snakes that
twine about our limbs that fromst thy
veins spark flames spears of light that
along this flesh of I burst red flares of
poppies that scent the airs with the
perfume of mine breath that upon the
winds doth wind their way to thy lips that
I willst But kiss that urn of ivory spotted
with thy blood that the bite Oh look
looketh see I be human not just meat
for thee of my kiss doth my flesh to thud
upon that flesh of thee silken to my touch
ast my arms doth about thee crawl
clutching that neck the tongue of I doth
But stalk that my eyes shine ast stars inst
the darkest night alight with my dreams
 12

Ahhh dearest the flush of thy face

doth But my lust to summon whilst
here we doest But hear the “Der
Vampyr” of Marschner that my flesh
quivers tremulous
Butterflies fly along my limbs
Diaphanous
with the joys of I fromst my eyes my
lips that willst suck the veins Ahh thy
breath be cold thy flesh looks ice
inhuman it willst be told inst thy neck
that that blood to
swallow
breathless with this appetite for thee ast
thee I drain all my desires doth I gain
whenst these lips doth thy neck to bite
 13

Ahh lay here I hear “neath ““Caballo atacado

por un león” sweet lips upon mine lips such
too bite those lips soo soo Ohh sooo tight
with such delight I bite think I of thee that
the eyes of I alight upon thy flesh that flesh
pink light shimmering flesh ast lilies blooms
inst moonlight that splendour of flesh to dive
my flesh inst that that rapturous depth that
fount that doth away takeh mine breath that
willst drink I upon thy flesh my dreams
numberless Be I no beast for to slay But
a human with soul I do say to feed my
flesh thru my lips upon thy lips “neath the
flicker flutter of thy eyelids willst I drink
fromst thy mouth crimson bloated mould of
heated flesh that my breath to mist doth float
to burn thy flesh that my teeth thy flesh to
tear with passions heated lust to claw thy
flesh along thy back run nails thru thy throat
clasped tight upon my lips that bite
 14

Ahh this magic land where all of all thy

desires be But met thru magic hast I
gained paradise thru magic need I no one
for magic giveth I all I want
Yet
To have it all But all be not enough
To burn inst flames But more flames to
long to gain
To lust But never ending inst quest of I
must
To live inst paradise with all my fill But
Hell for more andst more my hunger to fill
Ohh thy self thy soul thee hast lost for
all of thy humanness thee hast turned to
frost that be the cost

Fuck You Blah all I want ist utility to

satisfy the lust of me
 15

Light-like firecrackers-like upon

waters sparkle-like fairies dancing to
the Overture to "A Midsummer
Night's Dream" they seem
flickering
Butterfly wings luminous weaves of
light threads webs of incandescence
sliver adrift perfumed-tinged air
discs of colours scattering dew-
tipped fringed wings of fairies bright
beauty beauty no time no time to busy busy
apricot light brocaded inst to luculent
braids of kingfishers tails shifting
radiant flashes of light fairies silver
dance pure azureupon thy eyes flicker
flies to light the iris of thy eyes
 16

Sunflower van Gough smeared onst

sky azure pure light drips gold that
doth flush clouds brocaded upon
whispers of air washed light ast
gold-bleached silk slivers that doth
flow rivers of bright light drip upon
leaves glittering ast stars gems afire
weaves spirals whorls of purple
shadows along petals of perfumed
lilies tipped Beauty where I see I only money

with dragonfly enamelled rainbows

along its wings inst light haloed sits
wrapped inst emerald mist limpid
pond luculent Ahh sunflower sun
golden eye reflects to I ‘neath
melting sky
 17

White splashed onst light lemon-

coloured flickers to “Prélude à
l'après-midi d'un faune ‘neath burning
apricot bloom bright egret one footed
stands midst mist of light upon azure
pool light cascades waterfall-like
upon beak-like glass crystal-like
etched upon air egret stands like
white quartz feathers crest of frozen
snow beauty Blah of what utility for I to make
money emerald ripples around jade leg
bubbles bulbs of silver light burst
ast fishes doth But flutter tails of
purple-pinks-greens andst gilded fins
in ink-pink pool stand egrets eyes ice
glints dazzling the light fills so still
 18

“ The Stary Night” sky moonlight

mist of white silver silk threads
light scatters flies shifting tints of
kingfisher greens flash radiant reds
mist light upon mountain tips ablaze
light inst shadows of azure woods
deep set drifting light lilies blaze
rippling fires Where be the beauty there be
just leaves I see thru emerald pools
kissed by moonlight waters blue
braided stream of silver incandescent
fire upon swirls mist sapphire bright
furls curls to float clouds of pearl
white flickering tips of swans
drifting drifting ‘neath silk radiant
light thru the stars of night slips
 19

“Neath moon to “Clair de lune” light

moss emerald green sheen dappled
bright moon mist rising tints
waterlilies perfumed calyces crimson
scatter scatter splinters of light to
settle upon nesting owls eyes gorged
with light ast cinnamon blooms fliter
flutter fall swirl furl thru threads of
silver licking birds cries that fromst
azure throat coat the night light in
flight fire-flies 10000 sparks No
beauty here to me naught for me for naught
makes wealthy me of fire dazzling ast
sunlight settles upon ripples of ponds
shimmers as snow blossoms a frost-
woven magic show etched on light
 20

Ahh whenst inst nature thee finds

no delight that fromst thy brest doth
only flow ast if opprest inst some
dark furnace that doth thy soul to
melt no joy But only self-interest
that doth be But just woe for
To be inst the dark midst sun light
To be time poor midst plenty of time
To be so focused that thee doth
nothing doth see
No beauty doth inst thy eyes doth
nest within thy brest just self-
interest that to mine ears just I hear
thy woes fromst thy soul flows Fuck
beauty I be only interested in what makes money
for me
 1

le monde est un
maison close
(flocon de neige dans
un four)
POEM BY C
DEAN
 2

le monde est un
maison close
(flo con de neige dans
un four)
POEM BY C
DEAN
colin leslie dean Australia’s leading
erotic poet free for download
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Victoria 2024 P.1 Brothel Scene 1903 • Edvard Munch P.2 The
Brothel, c.1879 Edgar Degas P.3 Maisons Closes (In the Salon at the Rue des
Moulins) by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, 1894 P.4 Waiting for a Client by Edgar
Degas, 1879 P.6 French Brothel in 18th Century, 19th Century French Painting
Wall Art
 3

PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N So what be this
le monde est un
maison close be it a
tale fromst Boccaccio or
perhaps Aretino
or François Rabelais be it
perhaps a play upon the 7
deadly sins or again perhaps
the 5 hindrances or those
 4

cravings andst desires which

say that sage lead us to a
veil of tears be it a story
fromst the Heptameron of
Marguerite d'Angoulême,
Marguerite d'Alençon
Marguerite de Navarre or
again perhaps a Satyr Play
ast like fromst Aeschylus
Sophocles or Euripides if
we doth But laugh or cry or
feel dismay at that life that
world that humanity doth
But play as that Sage didst
 5

But say “All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely
Players;They have their exits and their
entrances,And one man in his time plays
many parts” so
dearest reciter
dearest actor upon the stage
howeth canst a snowflake
exist inst this furnace that
be But life that be the
question for those that seek
a life within the world to be
not But destroyed dissolved
andst still too But live their
life so dearest actor of lifes
game there be But many
 6

paths for thee to gain

religions philosophies
spiritualities isms ideologies
all But products of the
human brain some doth say
Ahh what be it matter if
the doth peace gain inst
hermit cave or temple ashram
or monastery or e’en inst the
furnace itself what be IT
matter at if all be But rubbish
fromst human brain if thee YES if
thee peace doth gain
 7

PREFACE Ahh What be

this world Gods work some may say or
perhaps ast doth say just science naught
But Natures art andst way so take
which thee may But listen to what I
may say upon my part of this riddle
mystery that doth all us waylay fromst
which life we cannot fly until we die so
howeth doth we live inst this world of
gain andst pain of dazzle andst blight
of dark andst light where with delight
But next we doth But bleed with
might Ahh sadly it be so that with
all the poets wit andst all that is writ
upon such perfumed script Ahh sadly
so it be not I to tell thee how or so
But Oh thee must thy Way to see
 8

Alchemists Wizards Conjurers Sorcerers

Doth they offer thee what they didst what

didst want Marlows Dr Faustus” A world of
profit and delight of power honour
omnipotence”

Thru the magic that didst give with “lines

circles schemes letters and characters” thee
also what didst Dr Faustus desire to But
control the winds andst clouds all things
that move betwixt the poles to gain the gods
power Ahh doth that sound like science to
thee to give all to thee for thy utility thy
sensuality that thee canst burn ast a gemlike
flame But be that gain But servitude andst
for all the world thy soul to be But slain
 9

10000 fireflies light chandeliers’

bright the garden of Thalaba
sorcerers delight with sciences might
captivate entice its tentacles round
thee tight with thy desires it doth
inflame thee trap thee inst thy soul it
doth bite inst its webs thee cant flee
the opulence see voluptuous excess
light flickers inst curtains
translucent gold flecked electric
sparks scatter o’er velours scented
silk pink ast sunrise to thy eyes
doth fly ast pale moonbeams thy
dreams will-‘o-the-wisps be reality
our phantasies like we be ast didst
Gamiani But But didst But see
 10

Gold incandescent of Casbin grapes

Shahoni light flash sparks ast
rockets streak o’er face sprays thru
emerald light sparks pearly mist
floss coat apricot ripened that thy
flesh kiss odorous fruit aloes andst
apples uponst their bed of snow
ripened pistachios that tingles thy
tongue ast sweet watermelon rind
free of dust I become that void that be concealed within all things

that thy lips doest lick thy lips to

ecstasy doest find more delight
thanst Feramore didst with those
melting pomegranates fromst Casbin
hills or still those melting pears
inst the 1000 gardens of Cabul
 11

See that sea of flickering light that

doth filter fromst those ripples
fromst those liquids sweet inst
goblets of vermilion-gilt that be But
filled fromst that cistern onst carpets
of rich silk that doth fill those
bottles of red andst white of 20
quarts of wine of rosy gleam that
doth those waves of light doest But
tinge to cast Ohh a mist of pink
round those lips that sip those eyes
that beam to burn with gemlike flame
upon that sip of wine fromst every
clime of every subtle tasting hue of
Amber Rosolli bright like dew of
Shiraz ast Selim didst quaff of
 12

Scent didst drip down curtains peach-

blossomed hued embroidering patterns
of lips puffy red flecked inst gold like
scales of fish swirling tints flicker onst all
charms of opulence that dazzle inst this
room of Comte Jules- Amédée -Hector
de Ravila de Ravilès Ahhh those
femmes luscious of Rubenesque delight
of those that Byron didst But not like
that sigh that sight Ohh that sight of
scarlet andst mellow grape that flesh of
summer andst autumn nights that doth
burn thy breath ast their eyes Ohh their
eyes of gemlike flame lights of desires
fires drip along bosoms well curved ast
balloons of pink light down crease doth
slip pearly ribbons that lick flesh to thy
breath to ooze to mist of pink clouds of
lust to float thru room down dazzling
 13

breasts down corsages kissing tips of

shoulders like tongues that along them
slips Ahh Ahh around crystal light
flickers ast scented flowers thru the airs
perfumed that deck biceps of Sabine-like
with emerald streaks of sapphire sparks
andst pinkish sprays of scented sighs
glistening bubbles froth o’er lips ast
frozen moonbeams onst summer heated
flesh alabaster white glides o’er these
femmes Red dust layers deep not a speck upon my mind doth
keep flecked inst foam-froth ast their eyes

gemlike flames doth light with glints of

green tints reflect inst pupils dilated
large orbs of ebony like turquoise melted
fromst those lusts that burn those juices
that churn along their lips that sip
champagne fromst Ohh those so Ohh
so slender champagne-glass flutes that
 14

look Oh look they across those rims of

glass look at thee with Ohh those eyes
of gemlike flames that wash thy
Nebuchadezza flesh with fires to ignite
thy mind that be some salad of savoury
delights that be these femmes But fruit
upon the vine that fruit pulp with
odours thee doth find that float fromst
‘neath corset pinched waistlines
embellished gowns with frills andst lace
.

full-skirts bustling bodice bulge Ahh

those fumes untold that seep fromst
drawers to soak this place with
emanations of such heated sensations
that burst ast flowers fromst those
blooms of all those femmes hid inst Oh
that so delightful hidden place twixt
thighs of chiseled flesh where doth But
throb that bud that stem with thy sighs
 15

That light that didst that coat that

opulence of some Indian Maharaja or
some Mohammedan Caliph like some
sun bursting o’er rose damask curtains
scarlet bright like flowing blood red
along silk sheets that float like pink
waters to meet upon plump feather
mattress white ast virgin snow ‘neath
canopy of mahogany bright brilliant
luculent show of Ohh such delight
that flicker to glint onst gilded things
thru out that room that light Ohh
that light that makes thee swoon to
But see like ‘neath a silver moon that
Ohh that midnight silk of blue
peignoir sash that doth lay upon that
floor of brocaded carpets ast a bright
snake of coiling burning flame But
look thee Ohh looketh thee andst see
ast painted ‘gainst that scene Ohh Ohh
 16

those beauties eyes gemlike flame

painted figures ast carved fromst
alabaster white splash upon the light
to tint the airs that doth seem to float
ast mist ast thee stares At that she
with blush upon her cheeks red hued
that doth flow along that throat of she
so soft those breasts those slopes of
white cloud flesh that doth inst the
airs pink doest float Relieved of dust no 10000
cares free to roam above the clouds all so fair like fromst

a tale of Boccaccio or some lay of

Aretino ast Count Alcide de Mxxx
might But say ast that gown of silk
pink flash of light didst But slip to
those feet to around to surround like
fairy floss or fallen cloud of pinkish
light to see thee Ohh that she that
stature dude only with stockings
black as night gartered with a rose red
 17

ast virgin blood that shine upon her

feet inst orange shoes ast that other
she lets drip her peignoir to ripple
about her feet to both to flash inst
that verré cheval inst that room of
mahogany framed reflections
splashing Ahh thoses forms But seem
painted by Madam Vigée Le Brun
upon that light upon that scène
fromst perhaps Mrs Radcliff or
Walpole of OOH such delight those
nipples so tight so tuart turgid spikes
of flesh sweaty bursting strawberries
ripe to bite swollen upon yes thy lips
But Ohh looketh thee to see those lips
of she discreet folds small shell with
fur so sparse next to that of moist
pouting mound inst that net of black
hair curling where both doth drip lust
juice upon the floor pearls of alight
 18

bubbles slip Aloadin doth within the

fragrant airs waves his hands like
winnowing wings above his head
conducting inst his garden of
paradise minuets andst quadrilles
sings the rhythms enticing all the
senses fills with spinning curling
curtsying the women spin glittering
jewels their eyes gemlike flames
agleam dazzling all painted inst
à la Peau d'Espagne glinting light
blues andst pinks upon the airs
scented perfumed fumes that waft
fromst those clefts of moisty puffy
swollen flesh that thy breath of thee
Ahh of thee thy breath engraves thy
lust inst the script of thy sighs
upon that scene that painting of that
 19

sea of flesh inst mirrors myriad thru

along the room Indras net each andst
each inst each upon each each doth
swoon ast doth Mlle Célestine R- doth
But see those pictures of the
bourgeoisie oer the floors a heated
nest of sex andst lust that each limb
to limb doth creep coupling clusters
wow free of dust the world rolls by “the clouds should know me by

now” of heated flesh inst the twilight

gleams 10000 eyes a fire gemlike
flames burning each andst each inst
lust games each andst each sucking
fucking sucking desires fromst each
legs thighs knotted bellies andst
breasts their breaths bur the airs to
scorch the flesh to the painting tint
with excess daisy chains conga lines
sucking fucking sucking limbs arms
 20

entwined each to each animals that

prey onst each andst each linked
arched cries sighs ast they curl
andst furl along the floor their
groans andst Ahhhs doth thru the
glittering gold light doth soar
dripping ast fire that their lust
doth burn with more desires ast
Aloadin his hands doest faster dance
the limb the music inst frenzied
crave faster faster doth he wave his
hands that seem to claws andst eagle
talons form ast the hords doth scream
“Mighty art thou the Bestower of joy
“The Lord of Paradise”” ast doth
inst unison with Gamiani say they
“laid waste by deceptions
disappointments always to desire
never to be satisfied”
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Thus spake
the village
idiot
POEM
BY C
DEAN
 2

Thus spake
the village
idiot
POEM BY C
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N So what be this

Thus spake
the village
idiot well lets cut to

the chase andst quote Andre

Breton “I could spend my whole life prying loose the

secrets of the insane. These people are honest to a
fault, and their naivety has no peer but my own.”
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But Ahh are the insane

insane or be it the sane that
be insane because we cannot
hear the music to which the
idiots doest dance too
perhaps it is we inst our
madness that cant see reality
except thru out delusions
which we doest take to be
real whilst we take the
idiots world to be delusion
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Couldst it be the idiot is

really enlightened to the
“truth” ast some say Kunga
Legpa, the Madman of the
Dragon Lineage with his
“Thunderbolt of Flaming
Wisdom” upon which
myriad women around the
world seek blessing Couldst
it be the idiot is really
enlightened to the “truth” ast
say Hanshan or Ikkyū or Saint Isidora
perhaps a Nasreddin or a Theia mania or a
Simeon the Holy Fool or perhaps a “Sky clad”
Avadhuta But perhaps not holy
 6

but aware of the “true”

reality that the sane are to
insane to see that their lives
andst thoughts are but
delusions andst the idiots
who doth try to enlighten
them to their madness is by
them accused too be insane
so reciter recite andst if thee
think it be all madness so be
it But if ye with this proem
agree thenst perhaps thee are
an idiot But free to touch
the sky andst fly
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PREFA CE Andst But

doest I muse onst madness with
voice andst perhaps with wit with
tropes andst allegories with bright
metaphors of conceits so what be the
conclusions of I about lunacy or the
sayings of some idiot whose thought
be But full of delusions bedlams
whose mind be But sick say they
that say they be sane for according
to the sane they that distain the sane
must be by definition But insane so
not to trouble thy brain to distraught
thy mind read this idiots account of
what the sane hast upon themselves
brought and let us hear thy thoughts
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Inst a village of the world or be it a

world village there be a she or a he
that doth sing to a different tune
andst dance Yea dance to a hidden
melody ‘neath the sun andst moon inst
revelry whereby he or she is laughed
at ridiculed be spat on harassed or
e’en locked up for the things she or he
doth sing that the sane do say are
idiocy the thoughts of an insane that
doth But say delusions about they so
listen thee to these songs andst thy
mind ponder on
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Looeth sky sits moon on ast silver

orchid ast glittering tear inst the sky
stars twinkle that drip light like dew
that doth coat the night inst globes
that shimmer wreathing the earth inst
mist twining weaving knots of light
froth- flowers inst twilight luculent
waves of light that stream like
rivers of jade decking the night with
fires light like earrings of pearls
along streams doth flow redolent of
dreams crystallized ast they inst
their coffins gilded with what monies
canst buy do onst their media view a
moon ast silver orchid ast glittering
tear inst the sky
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Ahh looketh sun streams thousand

emerald gleams weave o’er the earth like
rouge onst some beautys lips of flesh
pouting for a kiss that sends to bliss
the eyes see glittering rivers of fire
mirrors that mirroring the suns light
sapphires mists coat a thousand hills
wrapped inst scarlet flames the streams
that stream o’er the plains that giveth
life to they Ahh looketh the light frozen
inst reds andst parrot-greens that
irridesce ast opals bright that rivers
swirling flow ast gems melted casting
light to the sky ast inst their coffins
gilded they doest shit andst piss andst
flush inst to the streams that stream
o’er the plains that giveth life to they
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That splash of gold that doth spread

whirlwinds of light that doth the leaves
of emerald set alight doth rise to
embroider the earth with streaks of
carnelian that glow bright the trees
bathed inst pink mist ast if powdered
with crushed silk gleams the grasses
waving gems like pins of colour
lustrous to robe the earth ornate clouds
of light that hover to Ohh my sight a
thousand hills swirling trees casting
vermilion clouds that paint the sky Yet
they in their coffins gilded builded of the
trees denuded andst barren maketh the
earth ast onst their media screens
streams trees bathed inst pink mist ast
if powdered with crushed silk gleams
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Sense the scent ‘neath moon silver coin

hung onst dark velvet night sent flowery
bouquets of perfumed dew Ahh the
breath of heated cunts sweating lips of
puffy flesh that twine about the earth as
out breathes the blooms that soaks the
airs that drip odours of delightfulness
to intoxicate upon the fumes floating
bubbles that burst to shatter mists of
rose cassia Ohh that doest paint upon
the night inst strokes of pearly beaded
light brocaded curtains of flowers
regalia in meadows soaked perfumed the
air the breeze Yet with windows closed
they burn incense in their coffins gilded
fumes floating bubbles that burst to
shatter mists of rose cassia
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Orchards looketh strung with fruit

like curtains of juicy flesh perfumed
ripe ast randy cunts that seep mushy
froth to coat lips inst scented dew
pearls that glint onst trees like fiery
candelabra of fruit fleshy mushy pears
apricots pink tinted bursting fresh wet
with sunlight that drips to pool
liquidities of powdered pollen scents
whirling swirling colours kiss the eyes
drenched inst hues of iridescence
encircling the earth inst frutivity glossy
wavlets of lusciousness Yet upon the
earth lay about the rubbish of they of
cans of fruit with pictures of pears
apricots pink tinted bursting fresh wet
with sunlight that drips
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Ahh this mind of I be harrss’d full of

woe for they But call I deluded to
sing onst my Mad Man Mountain
with eyes aglow I an idiot be for
pointing out to they that
They create paradise Yet live midst a
sewer be
They feed their senses Yet lay waste
to all
They create beauty Yet beauty cant see
Yet my sighs be my joy doth disclose
ast their moans their woes not hide
Andst upon mine breath be my content
with less ast upon their flesh tears the
pains of seeking more to excess
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Ahh on my Mad Man Mountain

with this mind of I inst the clouds
so white pearl froth free to wander
this earth that of all life doth give
birth a thousand worlds of blossom
blooms tinged gold perfumed so
sweet that thoughts doest stop andst
linger onst this silent void this
emptiness ‘neath shades of trees that
paint indigo shadows that ripple the
earth with this form of I concealed
midst water-lilies splashed with
silver tips that slip along the lips of
I ast inst lockstep they those Ants
inst their “death spiral” they pace out
their delusions dance
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Ohh the breeze doth sweep the hair of I to

swirl inst lace that doth embroider the sky
see the pollen fly that upon mine lips doth
lay andst tip each thread to glow gold
fragrant perfume that doth with the blooms
of lacquered flower doth mix to coat the
wings of parrots-green with the joy of I
that sings the voice of I that paint
delightfulness upon the clouds with
flickering sunlight onst a screen of bright
gold Ahh onst my Mad Man Mountain
water-lilies and bloom the birds doest mate
andst all life doth fuck where life be neither
good or bad where clouds andst geese andst
all unfold onst their natural course where
they the lemmings trudge out their
delusions path fromst which neither gods
nor I canst budge
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Ohh soar above I the lilac clouds

mind free empty ast the sky ast below
geese homeward fly whilst plait I hair
with plums ast sunlight vermilion pours
o’er the lips of I ast like some pretty
girl upon my lips her lips doest place
andst to suck my lips like ripe cherry-
fruit-flesh inst solitude inst bliss see
I below blent red with blue the
perfumed blooms gilded petals edges
molten light that alloys all inst emerald
glitter plumed hills whirling shimmer
flames of gold thru the void where be I
free bathed inst scent of violet light
where they be rich But poor inst their
poverty of wanting more whilst what
they have But flakes upon the floor
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Ahh atop Mad Man Mountain

stars shoot across the sky lighting the
eyes of I brilliant glows of gold that
shoot out light thru massed clouds lilac
that float froth-flowers that scatter
blossoming blooms to I that licks my
flesh like the tongues tip of a randy girl
that doth my prick to flick inst this void
where doth I wander leaving no trace
upon this place the sighs of joy of I
echo thenst go dissolving into the
emptiness of the empty mind of I that
say they is But delusions dreams for
say I to they be thee caught inst
embroided webs of gold for none wander
with I beyond the webs of speaking
tangled words which be they keeping
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Andst so atop my Mad Man

Mountain with the breeze inst my
hair flowing weaving threads around
this green emerald void where upon
within this mind of I no dust doth
settle fromst that human bowl where
they doest run around andst no
tangle knots of vines doest hinder
this gate of I to which none doth
visit or nor But pass thru too
those drifting clouds where above
doest I dance thru moonbeams andst
does skip twixt sunlight andst dance
andst skip to weave thru around
clutching rainbows thru which doth
doest I dance andst kiss andst fuck
 20

nymphs andst Fairy Queens ‘neath

leaves shimmering andst flowers
perfumed to kiss our flesh with the
bliss of purple mist out pouring fromst
our breaths without a thought at rest
inst idleness at peace with all Where
moonbeams drip perfumes that doth
drink I up into drunkenness sip I
sunbeams that warm like fire to shatter
my joys o’er the earth like diamonds
alight froth-flower littering the night
inst yellow pools glinting parrot-green
hues where above accepting lay I where
earth with sky merge andst no human
track disturbs where be But writ
To be sane Yet inst the chains of conformity
To be unchained Yet insane with no community
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Sodom&
Gomorrah

POEM
BY C
DEAN
 2

Sodom &
Gomorrah
POEM BY
C
DEAN

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 3

PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTION

So what be this Sodom

&
Gomorrah
well it be a Marxist tract
on humanity But more well
said inst poetry go read
Petrarch Canzone 136 or
 4

Byrons “Don Juan”

Canto xv: xc11 where he doth
show John Bull the
inhumanity of greed or
listen thee well to Carlyle or
Ruskin onst the effect of
capitalism or for a better
read read “Modern Love”
by George Meredith or
“Nineveh” by George
Sylvester Viereck where
huge dragons with
 5

monstrous trial sit upon the

gables where above the
stately spires two lemans be
Death and Leprosy But
better still see “From the
Woolworth Tower” of
Sara Teasdale “the warm
millions moving under the
roofs Consumed by their
desires” So dearest recite
read about thyself where the
Christian 7 deadly sins or
 6

the 5 hindrances of Sikhism or

where the craving desires of
Buddhism are let free by Capitalism
that the wealthy canst be more gorged
fromst those milch cows that be thee
dearest reciter freed to feed thy
greed with no restraint that turns
thee to a peon andst though better
clothed But still a subsistent farmer
slave inst debt bondage to thy captors
that dangles their carrot inst front of
thee thy greed onst the hamster wheel
around around thee goes getting no
where But deeper inst to slavery so
read about thyself dearest reciter you
fucking deadshit thee be
 7

PREFACE Ahh it doth seem we

doest live inst a hellish world where But
vertues gold be But sold for Mammons
dross where we for wealth doest But sell
our soul andst thus or flesh inst chains
doest us shackle we with unchained sins
we think we doest But run free Yet
those fools doest Yet complain that they
be inst pain since their dreams they cannot
claim they seek happiness Yet doth just
woes do gain around around go they
chasing some carrot they be told that
happiness they shallst gain But just filling
with gold the pockets of the tellers of such
mythology that the fools doest believe
greedily ast sayeth the poet of wit

As fast thy virtue bends that love to good:

But ah Desire still cries Giue me some food

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Atop the mansions decked inst gold sits

Mammon outstretched arms offering wealth
untold a cornucopia that drip gems andst
jewels rubies silver sapphires that glint blue
light that fires to entice Come Come all YE
for all of this is for THEE Come Come
have thy share take what THEE want for
there be more if THEE want for I fill thy
greed unlimited be my gift to THEE
unchain I THEE fromst the 7 deadly sins
free vent give I to THEE nothing now to
hinder THEEto thy wants Come Come
ALL be my milch cow for wealth in
perpetual bondage to me a simple price to
pay for wealth andst ALL thy pleasures be
 9

Red hues do But coat the glass-

rimmed columns that do But rise to the
sky ast Babylonian towers painted inst
pink tints coated inst purple do But
shine glinting ast inst mansions doth
awake the vultures to sit inst their
lofty heights towering god-like flinging
their shadows along dark streets
Lethean streams with beaks tinted red
blood stained pecking for food inst the
necks of they those milch cows that
emerge fromst underground that follow
those carrots gleaming radiance of light
that blaze bursts of fire full of desires
that upon each for wealth fight that n’er
do see the light with heads up arse n’er
do see the vultures that bite
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Pinkish tints doest paint the towers that

be temples to Mammon inst wandering
shades of purple that doest glide down
down into the abyss of the Lethean
streams that stream with the milch cows
inst rhythm step ‘neath the golden sun with
delicate threads of burning light that light
the sky violet inst splendours of fires that
doest seem to be But a sea flecked with
lilacs hues like clouds upon a rippling
breeze that that doth mix inst harmonies
with the dulcet strains that be the rhythmic
step of milch cows onst their hamster
wheels with lips like blossoms that fromst
those lips doth stream the dreams of
Midas Yet cant their prison see the cause
of their woes futility endlessly caught by
their greed inst perpetuity ast vultures sit
eyes blood red upon their captives to be fed
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The light didst upon the temples gleam that

glass illumined rainbows that outshone the
sky a trillion stars that glittered inst the
day ast white light afire a sea of bright
that shone a glory to those vultures
carnivorous things that sit andst salivate
upon that upon which they feed those milch
cows that doth along the Lethean streams
stream wrapped up inst their dreams within
that wilderness fettered by their greed
which those chains they But not see
ghouls that wander inst the purple shadows
‘neath those temples that be But haloed
inst light garlanded inst fire those milch
cows slaves of debt bondage in quest of
their dreams that ever willst be to spend
their cankerous lives inst futility which be
what the vultures seek for ast they naught
willst be free the vultures feed endlessly
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Andst fromst the mansions tops andst

temples tall the vulture doest But see their
prey inst myriad Lethean streams that
weave thru the wilderness ast spider webs
the streams that be But both what doth
snare andst what be their path of greed
‘neath lilac-silvered sky within the purpled
shadows gloom they the sun doth not see
the voluptuous blooms that ripple inst the
cracks that their feet doth scurry along they
doest sense not the scents of white syringe
or the soft calyx-stemmed hibiscus indigo
hued But doest pass by those that along
the way doest fall behind with distain they
doest not see nor care for those tears
crystalline drops that drip fromst childrens
eyes for it be their fault they doth say ast
the vultures get fatter andst fatter e’en on
misery they e’en create to feed their greed
 13

Andst along they go the milch cows all

inst their rows inst slothful step inst their
woes along the streams of Acheron they
flow parting the damasked doors trudge
they Herded into the temples that be But
their tombs chained by their greed to the
drudge up they go inst their Hallowed
Sepulchres heeding the vultures call
dreaming Midas dream a few doest But
out the rose colored windows view those
mansions decked inst sunlight that about
their tops float ast lilac-tinted swan-shaped
foam emerald shimmering their delicate
dreams veiled inst folds of violet air the
carrots they see that seek thee with hard
ons dilated eyes cunts wet with ecstasies
bliss out the windows they gaze upon all
back to the drudge with hopes of glee
 14

Whenst their daily servitude doth end they

Pour out the doors to But flow along the
spider-web Acheron streams to flood back
back into the underground to their coffins
too But too exhausted to think plug into
their media which tells them what to do
what to think onst their drugs their drinks
to kill the pain to make them sleep andst
cry
If this be happiness Why my woe
If this be living Why be I so dead
If this be joyousness Why my torment
Yet Inst each advertisement they be told
“Money buyeths happiness” andst with
that mantra inst the morn get back onst
their hamster wheels carrion for the
vultures above more wealth to be born
 15

The pinkish lilac hues misty reds andst

purple shadows do But turn to dark ast
night sets inst that shroud that o’er the
temples to Mammon andst the milch cows
gilded coffins andst the blackness doth
along the spider web streams of Acheron
doth flow ast out flood fromst the golden
tipped mansions the cockroaches doest But
flow inst their hearses gleaming with
pearled windows gold tinted like misty
globs of light thru which the eyes of
cockroaches doest red doest But gleam the
milch cows inst envy at that which they
would swap to be those insects that upon
the night doest take flight to spend their
blood moneys on lewd dreams of lust andst
gluttony greed fulfilled that burst their cock
& cunts and bowels that willst But shit
all that harvest of boars andst sows
 16

Stars glitter pure crystals of light like ice

set onst velvet plush ast frozen flowers
that blaze that looketh down upon the feast
of those cockroaches to coat inst moonlight
their rapaciousness they roam thru the
darkness’s mists prowling for pleasures
singing upon their blood bloated lips
“Money buyeth happiness” But for they
care not what price the milch cows must
pay for their gay debaucheries for each doth
up the arse each fuck each be to each But
an object for ecstasy each uses each a
commodity that each gives not a fuck for
each But to feed be their goal within their
gaol they be But too stupid to see the
consequences for they for each for the
universe that glitters fromst perfumed
blooms so sweet the cockroaches deplete
 17

Inst darknesses space the stars doest

swim lucent light spreads kissing blooms
that thru cracks doth flower that doth the
cockroaches the milch cows flesh doth kiss
that wallow inst their Stygian Marsh of
greed andst lust andst those 7 deadly sins
shackled their souls to Mammon girls
rose-petaled mouth eyes mascara tinted
short skirts panties tight wet seamed into
objects of sex they hast their flesh placed
red lips for whom hast the price to kiss
that each andst each canst suck the blood
fromst each the beauty of Lilith the kiss
of Ashtoreth give me thy flesh yearning
inst desires flames my mouth to thy mouth
soft Oh so soft that my tongue doth thy
soul to pluck upon my lips that poisoned
flower inst our greed we use each to fuck
 18

Ahh those lips to lips doth kiss that rose

that be girdled with thorns till flesh be torn
andst woes be forlorn Yet the mantra be
“Money buyeths happiness”ast thru the
moonlit airs doest we stare thru rose-tinted
glass the mass playing of the cockroaches
that doest buy with paper bloody dripping
the milch cow that not doth see that blood
be of he Yet he doth think one day soon he
whilst pay some drudge for his pleasure
too andst thru the window of those
pleasure domes they feast onst wine and
ambrosia andst candy tinged with musk ast
the losers hungry at the doors weep tears
of pearls that seep along the streets to drip
in sewers flecked in moonlights rainbows
hues that all reject Yet those losers one
and all wouldst long to be one of those
insects that rejects all losers one and all
 19

Andst ‘mongst the shattered flowery blooms

rivers of pearline tears spattered blood the
flood of shit andst piss andst cum that glow
iridescent inst moonlight like frost of snow
coating the Acheron streams rippling foam-
flowers of shit lone milch cow plays his lute
ast the vermin to their holes doth retreat they
doest paraphrase Petrarch
We fly to heaven with feet inst the sewer
We be the jailer of them Yet we not lock the
door
We hold to nothing Yet we the world doth
seize
We laugh Yet feed onst their misery
We will devour destroy all that giveths us life
E’en if we kill all andst we end dead
Hahaha they laugh the vermin at the milch cows
stupidity for inst wealth they keep they