Chemical Sweats - Jam Baxter, Mowgli

Yeah

Personal globular worlds

Licorice bridges link pickpocket the pearls that house paupers, Clutching at

binoculars burning down borders

Bullet-ridden rocks in swirling brown waters

The harbingers of doom in a matchstick palace play marbles with their moons

Lose tight control to the master in the room

As their customised galaxies sparkle on a spoon

Safe in the gullet spinning orbs all in order, trowel-sized fireballs orbit in

an aura

They all called it torture

The rat stole the sun with a nine-iron hitting a black hole in one

Like tee-off, fore

Lost in the grand structure

Poor guy slit his wrists in the sand bunker

Strapped up to shuttles in a flat tundra

Trapped under luggage stacked skyward in this gas cluster

That hunger straddled the sky and left a tonne of rusty minute hands flapping

goodbye

The planets collide, tied to the skull of any fool that can spew a gaseous

cloud and bring a set of tools

In a vat of fuel boiling, dead swimmers drifting

For sale signs nailed into eyeballs, sinking

All-hail the conqueror

Do the work instead of playing conkers with components of your universe

Yeah

Collect them all

Collect the balls

Chemical sweats

Skeletal legs

Ten steps from a desolate mess

Teeth carving rocks

Gardens growing flea-sized martian gods

Yeah, we sat fashioning a pea-sized laughing stock

Nevertheless

Venomous pests

Build stars from their featherless flesh

Stand back, let 'em shoot

Rip stitching in their pebble-dashed leather suit

Worm squirming in their residue

Fuck this verse

He was weak yang water ox

Light trapped in matter, fine angled gamma

Never said more than chopsticks could hold

Gnostic mosh pit eyes on his postulates

'Maybe we all oscillators

And these orbs modulate us', he thought

Every brain cell’s a nebular, glands secrete planets

Hands that feed the galaxies gannets

Hands to feet and clutches toes, fractal meat on a spongy bone

Reach for the adrenochrome and talk with the chameleons

He talk they listen, he speak, but know no words

He thought they chicken, but fish in sea know no birds

Not for all the saucers of Ezekiel

Trumpets of Jericho, felt God’s thumb prick in stereo mix

Binaural archipelago hits, fallen star chart arpeggio

Wait till his chi make the candle go Mandelbrot

Canned horn of antelope

Meteor pistachio chips

Triangulum Queen Cassiopeia

Orbital Orbisons, Tauruses in the slumber chair

Ionosphere, apex of the numbers square

Painting a comet as a conker-cum-plane

As the honky tonk plays

In atomic Feng Shui

Algebraic eight legged astral aphids

Flung his astronaut jacket to catch the railing

Anti-grav galactic aquaplaning

Chemical sweats

Skeletal legs

Ten steps from a desolate mess

Teeth carving rocks

Gardens growing flea-sized martian gods

Yeah, we sat fashioning a pea-sized laughing stock

Nevertheless

Venomous pests

Build stars from their featherless flesh

Stand back, let 'em shoot

Rip stitching in their pebble-dashed leather suit

Worm squirming in their residue