101 lines of nostalgia

I wanna live in a world full of silent witnesses

 a cryogenic world, faces pressed up against frosted glass for eternity

 a twisted, crippled sentence world, a lamb slaughter of impunity

 a loving world made of cheesy grins and lessons in deceit

 a heterosexual world – full of lesbians

 a labia mine crammed with second-hand sex toys world

 a sinister world of pain, wrestled into a knot by school mistresses

 a dancing world, a changing chancing sly round-the-back world

 a late night luxury chocolate gateau world

 a wordless world where magic matters and life is sharp like a needle

I wanna live in a space world made of living chrome paintings that cry human tears

 a lost world where I will never find truth

 a spaceship world in the middle of the crash desert, epidermiscorched

 a paper aeroplane world flying down the storm drain

 a roundabout world orbited by shuddering ice cream vans

 a patchwork world, lost for choice

 a sewer world, a fewer world, a newer world of cerebral horror bats

 a test tube world with my dead twin placentaing all round me

 a verbless, internet world of instant gratification – no living pronouns

I wanna live in a foster world, borrowed from a widow of shadows

 a carpet flavoured world, a spiral staircase surrogate world

 a dirty razor blade bathtub ring world

 a world with no name and no way to be born

 a typeset world in Cyrillic, million point, embossed

 a permanently engaged world, a mobile phone bashed world

 a saucer of milk world of cat’s cream smiles and furballs

 a long back alley cobbled to death by meteors in August world

 a constantly dancing siren of light world

 a leper world, a collector world, a colloquial world of sores

I wanna live in a purple world of proverbs

 a lecturing world to a sea of blank faces

 a tortoise shell world broken open by adrenaline stinking natives

 a Go-Go world, a big fat titty wiggling ripped back foreskin world

 a steady world of nine pm to five am murder in the dark world

 a motorway world, six lanes of death wish 2001

 a movie world, randomly edited to mirror the weather

 a complex world of digital crime, numbers are my friends

 a corporate suicide world – don’t take any prisoners, now

 a saucy naughty raunchy haunchy paunchy world in the country

I wanna live in the country, period

I wanna live in a world where you are dead and your kids are real tall

 a fan based world drawn together by signatures stretching to infinity

 a copious flagons of lurid copy world, drunk on prose booze

 a world outside of the world, just off-off world, not lost, not there

 a child hammered to death by a strange man I met in a bar world

 a world of 24-7 news reports – mundane bliss of fish underfoot

 a congested world of someone’s obituary

 a rank old diary of poems, pages the colour of porridge

 a violent, silent, soylent green, blue pink eater world of wells

I wanna live in a miniature world of toy aeroplanes underfoot

 a kid’s world where you never grow beards and your ears never wax

 a seaside world of totem poles, pole dancers entertaining hole 19

 a chocolate egg broken by a fist world

 a world of sushi eating your face from the plate

 a world skewered by chopsticks – a poignant reminder world

 a lost logo world – what is our identity without graphics

 a saucer shaped world, buzzing middle America for kicks

 a lesson learnt world where consequence and permanent fittings help

 a fugitive world stripped of lenses

I wanna live in a late night lady friends sobbing on the phone world

 a lesbian world full of heterosexual puppies

 a couple eating each others feet on live TV world

 a comfy chair of sorrow world, a nonsense of cherished ego world

 a beagle world, tested to death in many different and inviting ways

 a heap in the corner, stinking of vomit and nicotine patches

 a methodone for everyone, except the polite ones world

 a floating breasts for the sharks world

 a carrot from the ground denouncing all slugs and maggots and lice

 a terrible world, but that will never happen

I wanna live in a synthetic tits world paid for by rent boy armies donating charitably

 a daily world of obesity reports on cable channel

 a vomit world

 a comet world

 a come up and see my vagina lips, suck my phallus for money world

 a polite butcher thin slicing loin rashers from the neighbours world

 a coach stalled on the train tracks world

 a world of nothing new, change the record, fella

 a fetish world of fantasy and fashion, incarnate latex nose clippers

 a pervert, skin tugging his nipples with a Chinese silk hook world

I wanna live in a bad world, you know, terrible architecture, I-beams rule the roost

 a speedboat carving slices of brainmeat for waves world

 a handholding, teasing, full frontal interview world of abstraction

 a real world, flapping flesh from dusk till dawn, sauce eaters united

 a gogo world, fat men and women lost in lust

 a gogo world, stuck on a rocking boat, laughing at your belly

 a throat razor, hair shaver, meat pie filler, dramatic actor world of id

 a textureless, 50 frames a second on PAL world

 a frameless world, just glass embe dded in the cheekbones like you

 a your eyes

I wanna live in your mind, summer vacations of dull weather and fetish fashion

 a world full of autopsy

 a silk shirt opened by a knickerless woman world, on my back

 a bed of nails world, five ton elephant on  my chest

 a prostrate cancer menu world of delightful charity

 a world free of lice

 a locust storm coming your way

 a your back alley all night, eating my chips with my fingers

 a back yard of a serial killer playing his piano world of keys

 a lazy world in the sunspot heat of interrogation

I wanna live in Jamaica, lying back, and thinking of England….