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The Illness Family Collection
From the Archives of M. Illness


Bojo Jolie Toejuice Hoedown

The Bojo Jolie soul dance...
Toe juiced and stomp'd crimson tender marbles

Into liquin seas of confectionery ecstasy

Dulcet tangos draped and weeping
Her amative glissades

Mixed with tense, aroused perspiration

Caressed and called forth an enamoured Vitis

Dado glissando....

Purring passionate the cherubim honeyed nectars
Confined to their slivered oaken hostels

Respired with songs of dampened intimacy

Suitors moved by these tantrum vinifera choruses
Gather'd round the Bojo Jolie maiden march

Smick-a-smack, they stood aback
The Bojo wail unveiled a carmine calf

And drool looked on

As it faded into golden denim tempatation

Jolie swooned o'er her creation
Ne'er mindful of her throng elation

Steer'd by lusting scintillation

She'd have her tawdry consumation

Pierced and beholden to the Bojo hoedown olden
Like grand trumpets courting the drivel between pursed lips

Where would witnesses wondrous wend and winnow wistful

All for sifting softened sweetly Bojo Jolie's soul sired sips

 

©2000 M. Illness
– The Illness Family Collection

   


 

Windows Crushed My Axe

Once the haus with jagged windows
Crushed my axe, my shingle face
Path not found his closed in doors
Fatal error, I'm chaste, hasten pace....
Look for thumbs in canvas poked
Dragging the skinned flesh of an elbow
Through a dirt mirror
Where beads of crumpled stones
Glisten like liquid stink on waxen scalp...
Oh, the sad, sordid, bestial humus
Where once shined a Bojo Jolie mash
We shall rise, we shall rise
A site in honor of what once was ash.

©2002 M. Illness
– The Illness Family Collection

 


 

Monet's Masturbatory Mauve Muffins
(The Haystacks) and Memoirs

A maudlin pallette
Poised with raised peach pigments
in piles like pigeon ledges
He stroked in stacks
their knick-knack plaques
Lapping lipid licks
the sticks and sunset prison hedges.

Giverny verdant visions
vibrate in vibrant divisions
A capriole of wondrous
chromatic canvas collisions
And, within a sight so slight the night seemed light
The limner Claude
so awed with God's precisions.

No more revisions.

Layered for lust
'twas those that were encrusted
Like rust at dusk
the haystack rusk
of trusted mauve and muffin.

His scrape and scarf
Of jacked play on and off
The sweet-corned hatful wads
Applaud the sods
enamoured with these dreadful clods
That he would spatter, spew and toughen.

At last the man so driven
With his manyed mundane parchments
Marched a song of lilies moresome
Tangled masses equally tiresome
And for nothing else than three dead pheasants -
Was the man Monet forgiven.

©2000 M. Illness
– The Illness Family Collection

 


Heckle Shakers Gnashing Breakers Gladly

A sprightly gait with thunder'd hooves
Whose restless hackles and heckles hamper'd hurdles
Breaks our dead run
Shun'd for tantrum treatise
Hurl'd toward fearless divinitas
In solemn perspiration
Endarkened veneration

Diaphanous figurines of glass so shatter'd
'Twould spew shards in rays
That stream forth in speckled shaker heckles
Which freckle north the conscious breathing hearth

Gnashing frays so gladly hashing
Bashing slays these rays whose plays
Delay forays of bantam lusts and passions

Were what piercing trumpet blasts
Now wither'd worn-out horn'd ensembles
Nay repartee so verily lasts
The past that ne'er was wanting wambles

What still'd the cache so brash
Which dashed and trashed a brazen lash
Now shed soft with dewdrop tears
No fears the heckle's spector turned to ash.

©2000 M. Illness
– The Illness Family Collection

 



Flocks Fright and Leather Things in Flight

Frozen teeth bite the woolen smock
I rock to and fro in flocks and flight
Whose leather souls and belongings fuck'd and fought

Page after page drooled like sweat in salty panic
A bluster'd antic whose mock'd nouses of aspic
So manic the day turns night at noon like magic

Third things thirty-third and onenineonefive bonds
To noddles like noodles glued to the sides of an empty bowl
With eggshell crackling precision in haste it responds

Moot talk bards in junkyards charred their illness wards
With wizard's words and coward's dastard backwards
Slowly lasts for lust of long song standards

Danders daft and drifting frantic flight
In flocks they come rhapsodic
Promiscuous and ecstatic formed of pibroch plight

Behold! A chortled cackle from I beheld with might
This seedy sight of flocks in fright who did recite
Their flight despite the trumpet bright of valve and grommet...

Aye, a dog will always return to its own vomit.


©2000 M. Illness
– The Illness Family Collection

 


 

Bedlam Brilliant Bread Stick Babel-On
(Straight Jacket - FBT)


S-w e l l s | o f | m o l t e n | o p p r o b r i u m

T-o w e r | o ' e r | a n d

R-i s e | u p

A-b o u t | t o | m e e t | t o r t u r e d | a n d | p l a s t i c

I-n f i r m | g r o u p - s o u l | b r e a d | s t i c k s

G-u i l t y | w i t h | t o r r e n t s | o f | r e m o r s e | w h o s e

H-o r r o r s | f u l f i l l | m i s e r a b l e | l i v e s

T-h a t | b l a z e | i n | a g o n y .

J-i l t e d | l o v e | s t a i n e d | c o n s c i e n c e s

A-n d | f i l t h y | e g g s h e l l | h u b r i s

C-a r e s s | t h e i r | t r o d d e n | e g o s

K-i l l e d | b y | n i m b l e | a c u i t y

E-n d i n g | d e p l o r a b l y | i n | p u r i l e

T-r o u g h s | o f | b r i l l i a n t | b e d l a m | b a b y l o n


– – –

F-e e l i n g s | h e r e

B-r e a t h e | i n f a n t | t e a r s

T-h a t | b u r n | l i k e | a c i d

 

©2000 M. Illness
– The Illness Family Collection

 



Downtown Frown and the Oatback
Cracklin' Click-Track Hack
 

Observe her said unlettered clown was Downtown Frown
His anger strangled around dog-eared pockets of grief

Frenzied, filthy penned examples of bag scum wrist rocket samples
Where others play with live fire lexicons

And stir Downtown Frown into meltdown

Skelter belt and cowboy brown

The Click-Track Hack rode in,
His audience braying like clafting herds of beasts

Where mother's milk jets down crimped upper lips

In farsical gestures of piteous tragedy

Cracklin' Oatback Hack dismounts then curtsies...
To trundle through retral truths

Broken like rootlet shoots

That snap into pieces of darkness

Downtown scents the foe and jousts forth with blunted daggers
Whose aim is off by fourteen syllable steering:

"No not need no more you go now," reads the Frown's brawling taunt-blow.

Click-Track clack stack Oatback hack fact
Dodges the dulled and driven banterer's chaffs

With still-stark sensory agility

That oozes rust like lonesome barnwood nail holes

Ground into dust

The death of trust would lust for laughs.

Battlefront cowards of comedy so common,
For comatose come-on's and crowd could-cares

To cheer the Cracklin'-Frown throw down,

So sadly bereft of their intellectual wares.

©2000 M. Illness
– The Illness Family Collection

   


   

Whiffle Bat Waffle on Barrister
Seesawn Whirlwinds
 

Ghosts issue forth from a stained ram's besotted potty plaster horn,
Exhumed again from frozen earth and checkered smoke...

Choked in rest for peace-thin scorn.

A rented heart and gnurled digits clacking in crisp coattail retort,
With whiffle bat rampage handed wringing in yellow redoubted report.

(Laying lies
the cat in gore

its sickly flies

do whirlwind soar)

Furiously wiping manky sleeves on a crumpled curtain scream,
The seesawn barrister tongues purile vomit in doglike return to the scene.

Maddening scent.

Grovelling in ignis fatuus carcasses decaying in grey dust worms
Aries apostate squirms near the cloven lipman throat coat hobbling

Ten thousand and million ton pathetic writs,
Sham bastion snake portals with chortling onlookers

Whose bagged eyes hideously glow in worship-box light

And coattail crisp clack back cacophonies

Fingers black.

©2000 M. Illness
– The Illness Family Collection

   


   

Drumstick Jacket Outcry
(Pillar and the Trogon Wildfowl Girl Meat)

Drumstick Jacket Outcry, haunter nails of slated strokes
With a girl meat forested breathing and lustrous crus divinities,

She hurdles the nox in novial triumphant panting curls

Beside feathered streams and striate buxom pinnacles...

Our lamenting columnar Pillar burl-asks the caress of Trogon (Wildfowl)
"What, Drumstick Jacket Outcry?"

Her colubrid viper riposte pulls and draws him nearer sworn here
Like a finger's eyes to touch and taste a nectared thigh

Where auburn silk dandles o'er and thru bifurcate curves

And drives the pleasured snakeflower passion inward toward her nest

Wildfowl rends and claws distrust of warmth in Pillar's hold
Tunneled and tenured trappings traverse the bond of his so bold

Like latex pools, the beads of softened tension give sweat and endure
A visage filled with lasting lovesome pourings of a descent into fondled hollows

And sonatas wet with ripened vines like contrapuntal laceworks plashed

in euphony...

What wings will surely wither a leg and breast so left alone
Drumstick Jacket Outcry... the flaunter of grails for fated bones.

 

©2000 M. Illness
– The Illness Family Collection

   


 

Velvet Throat Coat Threw the Sun
from the Sky

Soothing fear
The velvet Throat Coat threw down

Threw down to his gallery portraits of misshapen suns

And why too, was okay for his garish, throttled north.

Monkey sales and soupy grails cranking the black box for thirty minutes in cavernous
safety dwellings....

For a meager snatch of the ground and static Throat Coat crackling

dreadful.

This throat coat huffed and hooved on renter lips not quiet
To amuse and befriend a paltry menage

For three was the count

His hot comfort like the nose of a nose in the hand of a hand and

branded discharge of a dozen hoses.

Velvet Throat Coat black soot prattle prey fell to the victim of a
gabble they rattled,

And them that tattled brood like cattle fawn and fair to hear the air

they not dare in the throat coat silence of battle.

Spoken word tokens of broken crayolas in children's fruitcake cuspidors
Tales of rusty, unoiled suits of clowns with stains aware of their maker's

paltry gaucherie...

These thoughts caress unwholesomeness
Hence, the tri-fold Throat Coat hibernation

"Return to throw the sun from the sky!"

They chant and cheer and revel and bedevil...

Bring us this day our daily Throat Coat rebel,
We buy

We buy

We buy.....

©2000 M. Illness
– The Illness Family Collection

     


 

Thylacine Hopscotch on Mother's Nectars  

Oft beleaguered the thylacine beast hath nail'd and gnaw'd a
brush-stroke phantom embrace of sultan chariots in azure demise...

Poor of foot-paw howl and behold would reap a fox's den so shady...

Tears and cleft-torn tantrums praise the rais'd and hammer'd coward's
folktales...

The racer stayer slim tooth slayer saying feyer happen player of
wretched suns and wither'd moons for nought a wounded cry did save...

And now the craven fist-raised dastard dares his round and toward a
mountain should compose that which did he end enslaven.

©2000 M. Illness
– The Illness Family Collection

   


 

Wings Clipped With the Moon-Tongued Breath of Sheets  

Felt and chrome tipped leather sleeves on wings clipped with the moon
tounged breath of sheets........

We await our ankled beasts on sunburned calliope hills drenched in
sardonic blasphemy.

She so crooned a britain terse -- a melancholy whim I not should he
have said "Sir" help him....

While a long strung breech of fair and foul should doth haven and
embarken seeded crowns of Lester's tooth and mitten....

What hairy hell who hath his maiden cleft of bittern mounting mayhem,

Zerxes thrice or given zealous lee toward her barren shoreline
grayened.

©2000 M. Illness
– The Illness Family Collection

   


 

Often Feather

Bawdy screams sow leavened hills in buttercup spleandor's delightful
playing tendril heaven...

For aye, the sail was full to scream the crooked wind ... she sought

love .. but ate in draft obscurity.

Mortal, shed one ear of sea and comfort thine eyes to bleed tainted
love droppings...

A love so thick and thunder hallowed crimson hurl'd asunder.

Fyre mon churling a baited pheasant's ruffled sounds and songs o'er a
boatswain's fo'c'sle...

Greet me merry part and laughing penciled storm'd where'd syrinxs
salutations lust and livre, love and lanthanums gorged and billowed

effluviums everafter....

 

©2000 M. Illness
– The Illness Family Collection

   


Oddly Ripped in Lucent Fame Stain Minor

Oddly ripped in lucent fame stain minor,
Paraded analphabetically...

sliced from a dripping hand in sweltered fountain...

Anserine skies above a penchant fame stain minor,
His dog compatriot bathos swirrled and sploshed in illness filled a pink or

blue toothbrush refrain...

On clouds the paper chat gives cut,
the boy stain minor inflicts.

Howl, make berks and chumps rejoinder,

with levied stones and sticks.

Don our oddments observer obtused,
like fame stain minor pustulent pimple.

In locomotive aquatic fury train'd he,

for the pervious and readily simple.

©2000 M. Illness
– The Illness Family Collection

 


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