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cannot walk this land. His
hut
is cut
by hand
while private practice thrives. Weep in drizzle
of raincoat doubled majorities. THE MAGGIES
BEATS. THE MAGGIE BOEAST.
The Maggie Beast
fire amalgam, mercury poisoning
tubed cadmium, delta mouth
mudlips on stroking maps
Albion, a new geography
Albion, to be repealed.
IAM NO SHIELD.
Open the door.
Rented skies.
Colour bleeds to horizon’s rim.
Quest is claw.
(coda)
Betelgeuse. My central star.
Justice as geography of the soul.
Opportunity is darkness. I am
16. I am
a Tory. I am sixteen
different stories.
The moon (Beulah) walks Up.
She is white torch maiden
protected by blue police of the night.
No frights
distress her
glowing
garment hem.
Plexistars,
windows of the mind, cloches
thrown up reflecting
dawn, so blind
each pace towards the door.
Sunken breath,
saucer eyes, no
surprise. Up for sale
we go, driven into
roots
by blood & silence
of our lives.
1978–79
this state of the nation bulletin for J.H. Prynne
Liz Hard
LIZ HARD VERY HARD
Kein Eingang Liz gone hard from the broken phallic window.
Liz mammoth burning windgrass turned.
Liz trunk spewing water from the man.
Liz jam. Liz lintblood.
Liz cracking leg open secret doorpost fool.
Liz pill moaning. Liz lust. Liz ate salt & came wild.
Liz lipped asterisks cancelling all flame.
Liz pulling dogrose from the horny cowslip lawn.
Victorian women chewing couchgrass ate up Liz.
FizzLiz lay like figs on Jordan.
Liz burned beads & sank her sandals fast.
Liz got smoked & crushed up. Liz lolled.
Tough Liz kicked off her feet & made a stand.
Bonfire Liz poked punks. Her embers swelled.
Big Liz came small. Small Liz came Big.
Ungloved Liz moved fingers like a harpist.
Liz leapt like a lamb in clover.
Liz rolled over.
Liz died & smiled her Lazarus way back.
Wagner hag Liz terrified when sturms blacked up.
Liz lay foxbrush ruffled vixen bloode.
Venus mounds filled the steamy satin bedroom sheets
Liz did.
I’ve got the high heels if you’ve got the lips
said honeyheart Liz.
Liz grinned & hid.
I don’t want to be your mother I want to be your childe
Astrakhan Liz crowed dawnwild.
Bathfoam Liz urged suck my tits to watercress.
Bastard bonehard Liz banned the bloody Press.
Festering pigpens perked Liz’s lather to funfoam.
Liz was Vauxhall Viva fins & Liz was mustard chrome.
Liz lay her whistle on the harbour bunk.
Itch me or I’m sunk
wrote Paris postcard Liz.
Her loins in Boulogne. Her shoes in Toulouse.
La Liz.
Cap Gris Nez Liz.
Gin Fizz Liz.
LIZ SINGS INNOCENCE IS TRUE
Fix yr vengeance.
ANKLE STRAPLETS
TURNED IN GOLD AUX PERLES DE LA JAPON.
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Navy lacewing eyeshadow streamer stick
brushed Maltese civil servant lips
gone REALLY PURPLE MIDNIGHT PUNK.
Strobelight disco Liz all funked Up.
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CURSED WIRES STRAPPED HER
ANKLES TO THE BED. LIZ MOANED
FREE ME
FROM MAKING FLOWERS
FOR THE SHELF
& HERBAL WIFELIKE HUSBANDRY.
FUSE HER JAVA
GLEAMING
CONCHES’
HORNY AMBER
JADE
TO NAZI BEDCLOTHES
MADE BY MUM.
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Split bint. Bang all prism windows.
Porn doors explode!
((LIZ TOUGH SMACKS THE NEWSDESK HARD))
BREEZY FUCKLARD TITPIG, YOU WON’T
SURVIVE
ANOTHER GLITTERING SWEATSHOP DAYLONG
HOUR AT THE BLITZKRIEG
DEADLINE SPEWSHIFT. YOU’LL CLAP
NEWSDESK HANDS
TOO OFTEN AT MURDER FOR BREAKFAST &
NIGHTCAP FIRES
WHEN THE VIXENATED HORN-ON
DAWN RULES
BIZARRE SHOES IN SEX DEATH
OBSOLETE
AS FARM PRICES
EVERYWHERE.
JUNKIE RUSHES PUMPING CORAZON
DOWN HOTLINE WIRES
WILL BURN EACH JUNCTION
LIKE A NAZI BOOK.
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I am stopping you Kein Eingang. Cannot speak English.
Virgin no wives no husbands. Sheer attack
stops mouth lip fiasco. No jewels up me, no gems, no
stars. Stop you. Stop. This way please.
My husband is UK. Bring passport.
Luggage will be collected & searched. Strip down.
BEND OVER NOW.
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Digit Durex
MIDDLE FINGER WIGGLING FOR EMERALDS, HASH
&
CHICKEN KORMA BANANA PULP
WORM-EATEN
TURDS.
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LIZ TAKES AN AWAYDAY ON THE DANCE TO FRANCE
Liz ruts harbour cool: DO IT DOGGIE/DO IT NOW NOW.
No Soviet sowlust here, honked high-tide Liz, smothering
Johnson’s baby swandown talc on plastic
plexitits & nipple neon.
Let’s burn a boozy bed in Honfleur
quarrelled hardhat Liz:
gleaming
visors snapped a skyblue halt.
Liz crapped on Calais campgrass: BACK YR BRASCUM
ANTLER ROSIN
INTO THE TARTAN PENCIL HOLDER
WHERE MY SHINY SHOULDERS
LEAVE THE GRANULATED WHEEL.
Sturmed Brunhilde Liz: dump your Marks & Sparks safari suit
in the single sleeping-bag.
Pull the pin by pushing in.
Frig the trigger & make it bigger.
Skim the quim & make it swim.
Flit the clit.
MAKE IT SLICKER & MAKE IT QUICKER.
Lanzarote Liz firing on all Sealink cylinders stoking up the coke hole
on duty free lust & gin!!
Liz Hard II
NAZI neon burned the blitzkrieg heart Liz hid.
Mascara fish-eye stares sank each blondette from the console desk.
Pulping guns prodded every uplift bra.
Liz longed for the double-fist grip looking down with magnum force.
Trigger me, I’m hotter than a cartridge, wooed voodoo Liz.
Let me bead a victim or I can’t come.
Fill my chambers. Pump me redhot. Blast
each lipstick quimtrick.
Lovely, lisped Liz, hissing through the air her baton rouge.
Handcuff jewellery gleamed.
Snap me tight, I’ll swing on your wrist.
No hanky-panky Beano comic dramas in this cylinder
of light
Liz touched up
the steely Peenemunde
penis
she would rocket
if she could.
Zap me, strap me, tie me down. I’ll struggle! Spit!
Venom is the tricky horn in me.
Make my head strange, my armband hands & Stuka divebomb sex.
Bind with silkstraps this fuming lustbulb till high-heeled cows
come home. Butter me
now & DO IT doggie pigpig, REALLY FAST &
KNIFESHARP!
Don’t meadow me with glebe lips & a farting lute!
I haven’t got TCHAIKOVSKY TITS OR A DELIUS DANGLING
TWAT.
Keep yr Poussin pussy pushes for the underarm deodorant queens.
Talcum me, certainly, but send it down like SNOW-GRIT.
La Liz lectured: Beethoven’s a bang,
but Schubert
is a thigh-suck,
mortgaged
to the hilt
with brains.
Sperm it, chunkdream, make the chartreuse sweaterdress sticky juice-gum.
Spastic yr twitch-root, pinkspam truncheon luncheonette.
KNIT ME NICELY AND I’LL BELT! BUTTON
YOU UP!
FONDLE ALL THE ESTEE LAUDER BINT
TRASH & I’LL SQUEAL!
Keep their cinnamon eyelid rivers at bay. I’m clean.
Beribbon all these treacherous gunbarrel babies, & I’ll stink
yr nose with puckered bumjug curds, creamy ever so!
You’ll not flail me with missionary scissor vulva sucks, nipple
postcards so sweet to be here, fucktoes swooning on the latch.
Let your ferret free to pug & drum. Nip & stoat.
Rivet, skewer, wheel in the screws.
Thing it, HARD.
Groin me with a blade.
May-June 1982
Jury Vet
LOVE IS THE DRUG AND YOU NEED TO SCORE
OKAY CRIMSON VARNISHED REDHEAD YOU’RE
THE BIG ATTRACTION NOW.
gamboge star-crusher, ferrous corazon,
filament kisses, adder
meltings,
no
chance pain.
Tour my body and fetch me Rain.
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Let me chew all of your Shoes.
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Thrillbox arias in the lust of tampon grandeur.
Frill tease stockingtop flames.
Sue cancels each Deneuving rivulet of horn.
Swelling lapus cuffchunks,
yoni triggered like a frigidaire
in a
Zodiac
of
magenta Aprils.
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Wild poppy pain.
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Beige lace falling down
&
blemished buttons
Burning.
Hardcore jewellery.
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Sachet sex Sue.
Lanolin love.
Talcum toes.
Powder puff.
I’ll vet your writhing slit
FOREVER,
drinking
eau
sauvage
from
an
atomizer spray.
JURY VET’S SNAKE SONG
CERISE DRAGONETTE I have piled my heart.
Cherry blouse I will undo.
This way smoulders largely and I am with you in
TOTAL SIGNATURE.
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Skanking rudegirl pull it off cool.
Strange typhoons invade
my boss
horn
&
YOU
blow snow
to
make the bed
a
WRECK
of storms.
Logdark naked, flashwing swift, blade holes, coloured
SHOOTS
grasp my rod &
HURTLE
all
the starres against
this
VARNISHED REDHEAD NOW!!
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You carmine peach.
You burnished buttons.
Soak our meat in stream crests.
Frisk & roam.
Maid, I’ll boss your
trench
&
kiss the curves
until
your salted headscarf
splits
with steam.
We’ll gleam like thongs
& dovegrey
straps
on high-heeled
Bordeaux
shoes!
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No pink clues
as
fuck seeds
dance
&
rage.
JURY VET LOVE ODE
Burning TOENAILS of Nefertiti,
yr digital gang
betray terror in my veins:
I sink
beneath leathered
strokes
of passion & dire fits
of jealousy.
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What frail display! Calamitous
kissed
hydrangeas
do
little
to
reply.
O
precious rafts
of nylon
light,
sucked
&
blown.
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Feathered women
are the
worst,
they FLICKER in the wind.
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Love bossette,
hear my low prayer.
HEAR MY VERY LOW PRAYER.
Burn the venom from this heart.
Suck down the spanner flak
and Let me strike quimfolds Now.
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Bone & Blade
&
Broken starres.
JURY VET FAILURE/WOMAN’S PIECE
BE LOGGED) LOVED (eaten tongue, cudded, yanked
over, nailed,
crashed in, out of, detrunked, weeded,
baked heavy, licked)
Occulist, tilth binder, clit swampee, dog hound bayer,
undreamed,
pilled out, underside velvet, fuck snot. She washed
bruises,
O river rinse her virgin body clean. Beck bubbles
I pleaded,
take the mould, pube lichen, pistol come, quim
trigger fanny juice, dewy fern
hair swifted, sex weaponry
in her go root.
YOU THE SHIMMERTEXING PEARL
WITHOUTEN SPOT OR BODY BRUISE.
She gold pelt pulled down
somehows. Be
SIGNIFICANT,
wolverine & leathered, twice
fondled Victoriana tent fold nighties
like roots PULLED DOWN. Burned
thorn
sack
we know. The rest is snow
AGLOW
Saluting stars & eating shit earth.
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SHE peewit. Peewee. Plover glove flame.
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Streaked Mane Filament.
Red hair burning.
Moss goes idiot.
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One bitter harvest only.
JURY VET LOVE BULLET/IN
UMBER SLEEPWEAR & ALMOST BED STARRES. Silver
pleated hems & jade velour. SCARF
knotted in an atmospheric
ploughshare Kiss.
Vermilion fingers,
sunset leather
digit pressgangs
invade his running mind.
PINK SERGE BE
CUDDLED
&nb
sp; &
BE KIND.
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TOENAILS. Madfer. Carmine
sunburst & whitesock toes inside
cream sandal shoes. TUCKING
quilted bedroom undergown. (I WORE
a green carnation & the day
was Big.)
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Feet religious.
SHOES, I AM ABASED.
Belvis in cardinal kid she strides.
Andante green suede looks ashamed.
Haver wineblack she strides & Smiles.
((INK LEATHER COURT SHOES ON VERY HIGH HEELS)).
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Footbroach, strapped, milk beck, vodka
couch body: long-legged,
cross-thonged,
mustard green.
HAIR UP.