Hugo Undershin

ODE TO SHELTER

From “Lifeworld”

Oh! When you were cumming

like that did you have all your clothes off though?

I thought so. Rain pot

wet wipes portal ash grass dung badge buzz, save Mendoza,

once, popping round to borrow a mug

of Bazuka that Veruca, a teacup of Veet, ditched luck badge,

spat course badge first melt car, p grip speck place witter drift

hoof grey badge Lurpak Let’s meet

in cassette mechs’ date from where DJ must mi pum pum,

If mi

held more love I’d have to poop to make room,

Meryl Streeep in The River Wild is the best f*cking acting I’ve ever seen.

She takes a formulaic plot and transforms it through her sheer acting.

Vurf? Radially towards Helen Keller’s gasping, “It’s midday, I have love

in my heart. Wet thumb and forefinger, turn pussyp*ge.” Cash drift sea dot ur

full of sh*t, like a Cadbury’s finger puppet. But I wanna (trace) snuggle. Skid.

Eat wheat chock, Kids Chompsky, eat wheat fis. I swagger down the end of

the cat spectrum even cats don’t go. Yo, my mobile number has a miaow in it.

Cuddle call pocket practised underachievement fat hatch,

hatch of stumps up, rip up fright kit. Blonde grey shrieks thronged glass mist the sy

the system itself “decides” which z is it that it is

mad that you can “shelter under trees” – they’re just trees! Rain

on the meadows, its decision is which z[sombies] of the come byres ak

akin to the cool negative badge if bombarded by sy

by signals from the receding thread [these worlds are spatiotemporally

organised & yet unconnected w/ this one? **cf. re-innocencizer] lets you that it

be so heavily raining so heavily coming down I can see my farts bubble. Match rents

sulphur head roots in glue like tang centaur

glued splinters cash horn. Trump in cats &

& in dogs, so love as not a gas

vurf? But I wanna snuggle, your turn. Rain. You slap

the rink, you/I wank the sky wee. That heavily it’s floating up. My sp*rms string in it.

Server. Heaven’s coming down badge mote mote string pit soft sting gore night

flutter pocket oysterboom

portal the day trip’s grey dawn save outstretching a palm design

shade arose quicks charnel leap. So I poop out the seconds

you experience room. Open farm rags, pubes, so what

is the best action of all in your opinion? I’m a girl and you’re a boy. I stand in front of you.

ODE TO TRUTH

From “Lifeworld”

you’d get half that

from angel dust baked concession stall bagels ate off the park your dogs

walk you in and coke fries –

we get that just

regaling pixie mission lock-on chainsaw sparks our pigs wait to frogmarch

us from gleams in one eye –

I’m not going to f*cking skin up in here

a work which is not here: a covenant

of candles wasting, which in thirty years

& now we’ll all have our own rooms to heat –

I touched a whore

I increased like fare

cud incorruptible digits dotƏ it’s tex ♥ jet

temerity is vertical, Ï fling gore else in the which case,

the “on” in “swings” dated lightly

through militant with labor time 8 risoles and oxtail,

every cock & every pussy stiffen,

every intersex j*nk harden & wetten, for thus speaks Death:

“& his servant said, ‘Master, lend me a fast horse,

& I will flee to Samara, that Death will not take me,’

& after he had lent him his best,

he betook himself to the souk & found me,

& charged me, ‘Why didst thou make

this morning in the market

such a threatening sign to my servant?’

To which I made this reply: ‘It was not threat

of which I made show, but only surprise;

that I see thy servant in the city today,

when I have an appointment to see him in Tehran tonight.’”

what is this, a bank for ants?’”

in the which case –

no, they’re all the same.

so we can get leg room that way.

if it was my master, why did he

cry out like a rat, and run from me?

I doubt there’s any bank left now

that are trustworthy: lloyd, hbc.

antandar, panish banks,

crooked banks, they’re terrible,

yet everything they own it all,

abbey national, allian & leieter,

lloyd is it, they own? I don’t know,

an alien parish. one of the big banks they own,

they’re all going to be a big conglomerate & stuff,

yet in spain they were the first with the time shares

& god knows what else they try to sell you,

you don’t trust them really, I have a smeg groom,

awaits my right “bride” ball,

left “dad” ball escorts it on the

dorsal surface of my dick, suddenly there is struggle,

all three fall, grout the panto pony interior solid

with the falling contestants & change my facebook status to

2010 reference, out by Ķ lick what should of felt

not outcome mote đ dick

ţ aim trough binds

commissioned truck me is a ghost, barely

a bra stain banshee, ampersand-shaped & breaking kayfabe, &&&

I’m not going to fucking skin up from here –

to #climatecamp – in Edinburgh this year –

its largesse static – mayoral –

lar of a cl*t nurse so we –

turn bust-cards with our gurn –

I won’t –

I’ll not –

but a woman

(not a prostitute) came –

you own this –

by its other flesh –

boots save cop? –

I make my hooves sh*ts

(thames’s david) & – &

tinnitus-filled bread/stylus, get that ecstatic? –

we get that just

staple-gunning intelligent sh*t

2010