triplet/reggae.

exotical spinstress whom's moving
over the landscape, upside downed
verbiage cover me gently & settle
the cliché electrotype magicks're
made to throttle the poison with-

out of the body, just in tribute:
she did and was, or maybe the zoo
was in need of a professional for
a while, bullfighting is bullshit
said old bull lee, skirts twirled

and lassoing the wild, olden west
into shapes, stars, spangling ev-
ery insidious thought-- breakbeat
choice cardboarded a midst within
the central and shining showtime;

maths can't be ugly, can they? we
were inclined to ask, indifferent
like the path had been swept over
and over again: with the besom of
destruction, tuning plucked notes

twinned accelerator innerspeakers
that blare and bust out the rare,
and i still haven't tattooed skin
or cut anything.. if i was a part
of civilisation for a while, just

loitering around the endpapers of
hysterical history, would i joyce
or woolf? and i can begin to even
expect the dazzling starscrapered
night, that's sedative as indica.