Wevil, Camel and the Glass Sympathy Of






the slimeball wevil and his twisted camel drew circles in the sand. they both dreamy of memphis but with kisses 'n froth. the crutch piece of it was they sought to travel. not only here but over there. over there where skyKrappers picked the nose of zeus and offal fell with plump meat sounds onto some think culled a sidewalk and window. they drove their fat wheels forth and fifth with muddy inclinations past roses and road kill painted block hammer trill onto country side and side. blind faith filled their pumpers with glee and haemogobblin fluids that prickled pert parts.



(Camel circa 1913 before the surgery)


wevil filled his bladder with much water and additional cone comforts to stretch his tissues pale 'n soggy but still quite/queer usable. this steady eddy composure left him manhood proud und ubberstraus mein bitter? the two pals plotted on toad and rallied their grisly grail mindsets to mustard up the cremated battlements that hung, babylon like, bear shine and chill. oh, the wind blubbed a pine forest that bitter swollen river cool ran and threw cats and ducks down with eiderdown, piltdown piddle fill puddles. but onward, ever onward thee trot.






(poor old wevil display's a bout of tempestuous bowel trumpetting)




the rise of it all came somewhere between stoke and birmingham in the sunny interlude that was wolverhampton but without the hampton that hung swinging heavy between the legs of frenchman henry (a noble soul but driven insane by the sound of the happy mondays music)who had joint the minty crew with little regard for personal Hy-Gene who he left behind to mind the children and the goats. it was piss poor chiding blessed and he knew it but being the grim, gritty underpat that he was he never letter on a stone mason nor a bit of it. the city grew like a wart of silver on the roast spittle of green. but to the harry tribe it tasted like Cher Noble and plus. and of course they threw up homes and lived.


3 comments:

Robert said...

just bloody incredible work, CJ!

Aaron Held said...

I like this, these lines are great.

"poor old wevil display's a bout of tempestuous bowel trumpetting"

ahha i could pick out so many lines i loved, nice job.

Russell CJ Duffy said...

robert>>>

aaron>>>

many thanks to both of you.