The frustrator is airborne
And will soon be circling
At the overhang
With bindings so taut,
Not even 20,000,000 years
Of evolution could see them
Undone.

With recertified folds of saurian flesh
Calculating in the odious computer
I laid my zoonotic mother to rest

The brown-nosing molecules dismissed
The intercity sleepers as
‘High-faluting advancements’
Decrying the developments in
Collected conveyance

She exuded an enchanting,
iridescent youthfulness
As she calculated in the womb
Of putrefaction

(Adjacent to the catacombs of dejection)

Neighbours at the delinquent funfair
Played the chord-generating machines
Riddled with the pubic bone syndrome.

A deluge of brilliant pulsating orbs
Fell from the ripe, tumescent clouds!

Motorhoming in my meat tin
Waiting for the forensic cycle to start
Covered half my face with my hand,
And the other –

The tramps were tearing their urethras agape
To let out the night’s collected waters
Behind the factory
Waiting for their subconsciouses
To go slithering off
Into another lifetime.

el hurst ’14