Pencilman's Workbook
black skies 10000 porches systemic breakdown Pencilman shakes his cup in all this cold skin powders into cracks in the pages in the light streets pool into empty lots Pencilman screams all night things called people trash his brain between words drugs what can be done on crutches or dollies arms of another won't fit Pencilman listened to robot-troubadours singing singing to the moons Pencilman lisks the streets he sees into rooms where pink things move in endless rotation dark notions speak in his ear "go there ripen them" 0 no he thinks not wind blows trash weeds pencils in one room he sees a gold thing revolving he gets hard in the cold gulps red vodka some one passes in the night takes a pencil throws a blue coin in deadsleep he hears eternal thunder his main eye sees metal fall slow motion to the sidewalk a blur of silver footprints left behind he needs erasers astrolabe theremin throat-of-mink so many galaxies each one seemed but a single spark as he passed through the Arx ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ like tar his shit was a black soft pellet of Time if he could be even halfhuman again even for a micromoment he thought as Superdoll undulated by in radiant cuntpink light glistening with rage he creates nets of blackholes to suck in angels and laughing blind astronauts one evening he rolled to the alien zoo stared at tiny scarlet sirens in cages of water their voices a horrible fire in his brain when they pressed their full black lips to the liquid wall once he'd known all skies every rift and gulph from the inside sometimes now he broke every pencil one by one chewed them to the LED sucked out all of it till his lips were deader than the snows that fell after eStorms had passed his tears red acid burning pale holes in the air from starburn his eyes Oranged rotting ensconced in titaniumleather pouches and coughing fits of sparkles almost galaxies out his mouth gold pustules dancing under irruptions of ballerinas trailing sugarwet thighs deeplost deliria inside hallucinatory chronic hypersores suppurating his childhood lightyears ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ then Pencilcrafters came and he jobbed alas on solid planets but he got paid enough to rent the suckholes at least when his head caved in he just sank into a pile of laughter sounding like a rain of ether-marbles down an endless wormhole all the ones who Mothered threw off pheromones like hot glue on his face as they passed twitching triple-hipped only the Metals could enjoy them! all that meat juicing down the city walls some strange thing about passing foetuses down caverns of auto-tightening muscles Pencil man obscened the air licked the cuntjuice from his face with 12 inches of spongey tongue Breeders' Wine he called it if he could re/phrase he'd blow back to Vega then someone shouted HELMSMAN! in the depths of his image like a nova years passed in his numbcell there was no image he came to in the virtual gutters with matchgirls and applesellers as he passed out the same voice HELMSMAN! if only he could re/phrase one street away the Dollman could sim anything he had himself made into an astronaut doll a little girl bought him he got all the way to the Spica Fields before the Sensors caught up ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ his penance on Europa left him skinless for a while then back in his shithell all these things were happening as he sat in front of his pencils he coughed up oracles of sputum to provide a spectacle for the Virals and Halfers on their way to the faire Pencilman licks his streets to the Moons singing singing to the troubadour robots who cock their gleaming heads to listen, listen *