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Arcady
POEM
BY C
DEAN
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Arcady
POEM
BY C
DEAN
colin leslie dean Australia’s leading erotic poet free for
download http://www.scribd.com/doc/35520015/List-of-
Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-Gamahucher-Press Gamahucher
press west geelong Victoria 2024 P.1 Our English
Coasts, 1852 ('Strayed Sheep') William Holman
Hunt P. Giuseppe Falchetti (1843-1918) P.3
Christoph Paudiß - Wolf reißt ein Lamm (1618)
P.4 Anguish August Friedrich Schenck 1878 P.6
Agnus Dei by Francisco de Zurbaran 1635-1640
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N Ahh what be this

Arcady well firstly

it be a Mise-en-scène full
of lighting space framed
composition full of makeup
andst hair styles full of
method acting surreal
allegory of sumptuous
words images rapturous
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Sensations decadent of
derangement Yet Dearest
reciter thee doth aask “about
what” well lets say it be a
proem inst the vein of
Fellinis Casanova andst
Satyricon Yet again thee
doth ask “about what” well
let say about Jungs depth
psychology of the
unconscious Well perhaps
e’en Freuds views onst
"das Es” perhaps the anima
and the animus the role of
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archetypes and the collective

unconscious ast projected
fromst the poets minde Yet
again perhaps Marxist
sociology critique upon
capitalism with ideas fromst
Eros and Civilization: A
Philosophical Inquiry into
Freud Ahh be it about those
with their heads up their
arse that cant see they are
being used ast milch cows to
make the elites rich ast they
go nowhere onst that hamster
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wheel not knowing the real

deal Ahh lets be real
academics love this type of
intellectual jargon bullshit
with their heads up their
arse justifying their status
andst wealth path who cant
see what be But nothing
But creativity the fancy of a
poets brain for they be only
academics with their heads
up their arses for this be
about appearance andst
reality
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PREFACE Ahh Dearest

reciter Come listen to my words of
fine invention wrought with gold with
painted flowers that be But mine
thoughts But what be But mine
intentions well Dearest Dupe all
poets doth But want to bend thy minde
with words andst tropes andst all verse
fine with phrases divine enam’ling thy
minde with all that the poet cant gather
fromst the Muses 9 But whilst thee
be entertained thy minde be bent with
intentions maskt behind the poesy the
poet hast other things inst minde where
the poet doth But just plays with thy
minde with words to bend it inst to the
shape he doth want thru appearance to
hide his intent- the true reality
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Ahh Dearest reciter whenst thee see onst thy X,

Facebook andst Instagram andst Tik Tok andst
whatever net shit thee doth see to watch pretty faces
and pictures and snappy reels onst news with of their
clever words awash with PC jargon e’en inst they
school education be But a form of marketing awash
with newspeak which thee doth ALL take all this ast
reality Yet Dearest Dupe what thee doth see be
But just appearance just ast Spenser didst But
teach with his Florimell inst his The Faerie Queene,
Book IV, Canto V where what ‘seem’d to passe’ ast
the real be But ‘forged things’ where “Vnto the
vulgar for good gold insted, He much more goodly
glosse there on doth shed, To hide his falshood, then
if it were trew” for most fake things oft look better
than the true for most cant tell appearance fromst
reality
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Didst I I awake fromst my dream

inst that sleep inst which I didst no
not that I didst But dream fromst
that sleep didst I raise my sight
above the opium –scented airs that I
hadst didst But breathe andst doest
I now unmew mine mind I I to
stammer now where Keats didst
But sing andst now I mine song to
thy ears doth bring of I of I what
didst see I inst Arcady whenst I
didst lift mine eyes above the opium-
scented dream to But seem to see
Arcady with swelling liquid
streams perfumed valleys glinting
gold gilt upon leaves emerald tips
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grapes swelling bursting frothing

dripping ripe juice that didst seem to
flow o’er the sides of Latmos
with fruit succulent moist that hang
fromst bowers kissed with the lips
of Phoebus ast clouds of silvery
hue didst But float to the view of
I with purple shadows o’er the
petaled blooms of deep scarlet
vermeil daisies white that didst
light Caria where didst Endymion
his sheep to pasture didst whenst
didst hear I what didst But seem
to be thee to excite But the joyful
cries of children that didst But
seem to be to me ast the murmurs of
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the sea Yet upon mine deeper look it

was to me But crowds of
shepherds ast thee might But read
inst books of Horace or those
Elizabethan idylls which of
pastorals doest But tell I tell saw
I with sunburn flesh upon the earth
that wast of life ripe o’erflowing
saw I shepherds begirt with
minstreling tunes that swept upon
the ground along where didst But
follow sheeples which they kept with
vestments of white floss fleece that
didst But seem to dream ast those
inst idleness inst Elysian ‘mongst
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herbs of thyme andst white valley-

lilies
That though they walk with
regimented step inst lockstep they be
But asleep ast they walk But bleat
each the same bleat all But the same
But the same talk But inst
lockstep they But asleep But walk
these sheep with their April bred
younglings that doest But lick those
dew bubbles upon the grass
temperate sweet to their marching
feet to their bleats upon the mountain
tops pulsed tenfold fromst their lips
the breath that didst breathe didst
breathe wafts of perfume rain-
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scented eglantine that didst drip along

the wings tips of globes of herbage
clover andst all the sweet peas that
they couldst fine inst line they inst
line in front the shepherds not behind
their voice sublime they to the sheep
didst with sweet mellow sounds
that didst seep o’er the pastures
sweet music ast didst once thru the
vales of Thessaly didst fly to the
sheep didst lead ’neath trees leaves
upon the music scented breeze that
fell fromst the lips of those
shepherds with lips ast ebon-tipped
flutes didst lead midst the woodland
to an altar decked inst vines laced
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work with all around of rubies red

ast blood that didst twine around
andst crown the altars rim with
lights of crimson that didst seem to
swim andst drip down that altars
face that of riches of wealth of gems
didst But shine sparkling around a
priest with eyes steadfast uponst
those sheep didst proclaim “Men of
Latmos shepherds bands whose care
it is to guard a thousand flocks”
Come near Come near ast he upon
the altar thru frankincense gummy
andst teeming sweets stained with
wine red ast blood cracking sparking
that pile of fragrance didst that fire
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bright light the morn more brighter

thanst thanst that morn lit by
Apollos upward fire Yet didst I
seem to see thru the opium scented
dream that my minde peaked thru the
crown of ivy around his head didst
seem ast like horns uponst some
demon friend of Mammon where inst
its teeth didst seem to lurk some
trouble upon its lips fromst which
didst slip its cajoling verse that to
the sheep didst coerce it seemed to
me those sheep to flock to that to
marble altar that didst But seem
But a shrine of some “thing” unseen
that priests eyes whenst the light
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didst flicker right those eyes didst

look ast the eyes of some lynx that
glimmered inst the light to flash inst
those sheeps eyes that didst But
inst lockstep asleep to the alter didst
their feet to seek to bleat with
content ast around those sheep thru
that dream of opium scent didst see
I inst the shadows to lurk with
glinting teeth wolfs andst pards
with prying heads at the throats of
the sheep that didst bleat inst their
sleep oblivious to the teeth that longs
to rip andst tear their flesh for they
be But asleep lead by the shepherds
to that altar of marble dripping with
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the wealth of rubies red ast blood

that doth drip to seep thru the banks
of ivy inst what to they seem the
middle of pleasantness upon their
dreams asleep of fairy phantasies
that doth see believe be strewn ‘neath
their lockstep feet daises andst
budded blooms andst palmy ferns
andst rushes fenny thru which their
dreams onst phantasies wings doest
beat Whilst see I I see thru that
dream of opium perfumed mist ast
that priest doth raise his lips to lift
up the God of which they all doth
But worship doth I see I Ohh
doth see I the tints fromst the roses
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bloom to fade andst to But give

that God more vermeil lips to see I
thee I see the dewy tips of daisies
to But dry But seem to soak inst to
that Gods flesh whilst the sweet
tunes of nightingales didst crack ast
the verse of that priest didst from
his lips sound more sweet ast the
sun didst its light to seem to paly
becomes whilst the eyes of that God
didst light with fire the priest his his
lips that upon he didst pipe his verse
didst Ohh didst see I be But the
hollow stems of pipy hemlock thru
which that voice didst the sheep to
caress with dreams asleep they
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Didst inst lockstep to that alter

make their way ast that priest didst
to that God to sing that to the sheep
didst hear be But that hymn to Pan
Yet Ohh Yet didst really say he
But a hymn to Mammon hid within
those honeycomb golden words of
sounds of fruitage ripened that ast
bees the sheep didst to that God to
flee thru sunny meadows that verse
of that priest didst take those sheep
thru strawberrys creeping his words
didst thru their mindes to seep like
onst wings of bees Ohh how sweet
to the sheep ast butteflies his words
didst along their mindes didst keep
themst asleep upon the verses that
priest didst sing that fed like udders
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to those sheep those verses they

didst drink those hymns that not
were to the god Pan those verses
that grew within those sheepels
brains ast Night-swollen
mushrooms whilst to my view
speckled those fleeces of those
shepherded sheeples to that altar they
were led inst rows that they didst
not see ast pens whilst around they
they didst see to dance damsels with
over-brimmed white wicker with
young plants of perfume sweet they
danced along to that priest song Yet
I mine eyes didst see I that those
sheeples But be blind to what I
didst see for those maidens be But
harpies inst a dance within the dreary
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light of that dreary morn that

glimmered on those sheeples eyes that
incandescent sparkle ast scattered
golden showers scattered shards of
glass broken that didst litter the
grass ast those harpies didst But
dance Ohh didst But dance that
dance of the Walpurgis-Night to whirl
naked onst the airs with breasts
bloated with cunt hairs ast dark ast
a nightmares fright serpents swirl
tits jiggle arses tight thru light with
a Weirdest fright flying hair with
thighs with cunts ripe bloated with
flesh that doth at the sheeples doest
reach to snap at ast they swarm ast
flies doth to dead flesh their maggots
to breed they fly darkling wisps of
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light twisted blazing eyes bright that

upon the sheeples alights their cunts
which their clit they doth throbs their
flesh gorged lips spread to bite to
suck with their might those sheeples
which to their sight doth But see
sweet damsels wreathed inst scented
blooms that dance a prance where the
truth be But sooth those harpies
that drip cunt juice to the rivers
pollute andst the air upon their randy
ravish breaths that seep andst flow
andst drip fromst the cunt that bite
andst along the sheeps throats slip
andst slit with the curls furl tips of
their razor sharp lips for they the
sheeples be But milch cows fromst
those harpies doth sip the blood of
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their labour that doth run ast gold to

fill the veins of those harpies untold
fromst those sheeples trapped asleep
inst their dreams that doth flow
fromst the priest songs to lull those
sheeples inst their groves of Elysian
listen they midst hare-bells blue
buds of lavish gold that doth those
consumers of their bellies fill where
those sheeples doth But dwell andst
thus willst I tell the sheeples one by
one be led to that alter to that God of
wealth andst greed to which they inst
their dream asleep didst But see ast
pleasantness of delight ‘neath Nay
Nay within the heaven that didst of
them believe they didst be free to live
upon the honey-dew that they be fed
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Yet each one led to that alter its

throat cut andst bled Yet each before
saw such wine drip fromst that alter
sparkling light mingled red wine with
all those sweet herbs of thyme lilies
white fennel crowned that alter with
such appetites to those sheeples that
each be led to be bled to drip didst
see I thru that opium mist of
dreams the rubies red to multiply
around that shrine that alter to that
priests God budded blood But Nay
But rubies wealth ast to the sky
upon that pyre the sheeples final cry
But still asleep didst float to the
sky ast more rubies be But born
fromst their blood mine that they to
oblivion melt out their essence fine
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Thus spake
the village
idiot
POEM
BY C
DEAN
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Thus spake
the village
idiot
POEM BY C
DEAN
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23 Jean Louis Andre Theodore Gericault
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N So what be this

Thus spake
the village
idiot well lets cut to

the chase andst quote Andre

Breton “I could spend my whole life prying loose the

secrets of the insane. These people are honest to a
fault, and their naivety has no peer but my own.”
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But Ahh are the insane

insane or be it the sane that
be insane because we cannot
hear the music to which the
idiots doest dance too
perhaps it is we inst our
madness that cant see reality
except thru out delusions
which we doest take to be
real whilst we take the
idiots world to be delusion
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Couldst it be the idiot is

really enlightened to the
“truth” ast some say Kunga
Legpa, the Madman of the
Dragon Lineage with his
“Thunderbolt of Flaming
Wisdom” upon which
myriad women around the
world seek blessing Couldst
it be the idiot is really
enlightened to the “truth” ast
say Hanshan or Ikkyū or Saint Isidora
perhaps a Nasreddin or a Theia mania or a
Simeon the Holy Fool or perhaps a “Sky clad”
Avadhuta But perhaps not holy
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but aware of the “true”

reality that the sane are to
insane to see that their lives
andst thoughts are but
delusions andst the idiots
who doth try to enlighten
them to their madness is by
them accused too be insane
so reciter recite andst if thee
think it be all madness so be
it But if ye with this proem
agree thenst perhaps thee are
an idiot But free to touch
the sky andst fly
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PREFA CE Andst But

doest I muse onst madness with
voice andst perhaps with wit with
tropes andst allegories with bright
metaphors of conceits so what be the
conclusions of I about lunacy or the
sayings of some idiot whose thought
be But full of delusions bedlams
whose mind be But sick say they
that say they be sane for according
to the sane they that distain the sane
must be by definition But insane so
not to trouble thy brain to distraught
thy mind read this idiots account of
what the sane hast upon themselves
brought and let us hear thy thoughts
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Inst a village of the world or be it a

world village there be a she or a he
that doth sing to a different tune
andst dance Yea dance to a hidden
melody ‘neath the sun andst moon inst
revelry whereby he or she is laughed
at ridiculed be spat on harassed or
e’en locked up for the things she or he
doth sing that the sane do say are
idiocy the thoughts of an insane that
doth But say delusions about they so
listen thee to these songs andst thy
mind ponder on
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Looeth sky sits moon on ast silver

orchid ast glittering tear inst the sky
stars twinkle that drip light like dew
that doth coat the night inst globes
that shimmer wreathing the earth inst
mist twining weaving knots of light
froth- flowers inst twilight luculent
waves of light that stream like
rivers of jade decking the night with
fires light like earrings of pearls
along streams doth flow redolent of
dreams crystallized ast they inst
their coffins gilded with what monies
canst buy do onst their media view a
moon ast silver orchid ast glittering
tear inst the sky
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Ahh looketh sun streams thousand

emerald gleams weave o’er the earth like
rouge onst some beautys lips of flesh
pouting for a kiss that sends to bliss
the eyes see glittering rivers of fire
mirrors that mirroring the suns light
sapphires mists coat a thousand hills
wrapped inst scarlet flames the streams
that stream o’er the plains that giveth
life to they Ahh looketh the light frozen
inst reds andst parrot-greens that
irridesce ast opals bright that rivers
swirling flow ast gems melted casting
light to the sky ast inst their coffins
gilded they doest shit andst piss andst
flush inst to the streams that stream
o’er the plains that giveth life to they
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That splash of gold that doth spread

whirlwinds of light that doth the leaves
of emerald set alight doth rise to
embroider the earth with streaks of
carnelian that glow bright the trees
bathed inst pink mist ast if powdered
with crushed silk gleams the grasses
waving gems like pins of colour
lustrous to robe the earth ornate clouds
of light that hover to Ohh my sight a
thousand hills swirling trees casting
vermilion clouds that paint the sky Yet
they in their coffins gilded builded of the
trees denuded andst barren maketh the
earth ast onst their media screens
streams trees bathed inst pink mist ast
if powdered with crushed silk gleams
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Sense the scent ‘neath moon silver coin

hung onst dark velvet night sent flowery
bouquets of perfumed dew Ahh the
breath of heated cunts sweating lips of
puffy flesh that twine about the earth as
out breathes the blooms that soaks the
airs that drip odours of delightfulness
to intoxicate upon the fumes floating
bubbles that burst to shatter mists of
rose cassia Ohh that doest paint upon
the night inst strokes of pearly beaded
light brocaded curtains of flowers
regalia in meadows soaked perfumed the
air the breeze Yet with windows closed
they burn incense in their coffins gilded
fumes floating bubbles that burst to
shatter mists of rose cassia
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Orchards looketh strung with fruit

like curtains of juicy flesh perfumed
ripe ast randy cunts that seep mushy
froth to coat lips inst scented dew
pearls that glint onst trees like fiery
candelabra of fruit fleshy mushy pears
apricots pink tinted bursting fresh wet
with sunlight that drips to pool
liquidities of powdered pollen scents
whirling swirling colours kiss the eyes
drenched inst hues of iridescence
encircling the earth inst frutivity glossy
wavlets of lusciousness Yet upon the
earth lay about the rubbish of they of
cans of fruit with pictures of pears
apricots pink tinted bursting fresh wet
with sunlight that drips
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Ahh this mind of I be harrss’d full of

woe for they But call I deluded to
sing onst my Mad Man Mountain
with eyes aglow I an idiot be for
pointing out to they that
They create paradise Yet live midst a
sewer be
They feed their senses Yet lay waste
to all
They create beauty Yet beauty cant see
Yet my sighs be my joy doth disclose
ast their moans their woes not hide
Andst upon mine breath be my content
with less ast upon their flesh tears the
pains of seeking more to excess
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Ahh on my Mad Man Mountain

with this mind of I inst the clouds
so white pearl froth free to wander
this earth that of all life doth give
birth a thousand worlds of blossom
blooms tinged gold perfumed so
sweet that thoughts doest stop andst
linger onst this silent void this
emptiness ‘neath shades of trees that
paint indigo shadows that ripple the
earth with this form of I concealed
midst water-lilies splashed with
silver tips that slip along the lips of
I ast inst lockstep they those Ants
inst their “death spiral” they pace out
their delusions dance
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Ohh the breeze doth sweep the hair of I to

swirl inst lace that doth embroider the sky
see the pollen fly that upon mine lips doth
lay andst tip each thread to glow gold
fragrant perfume that doth with the blooms
of lacquered flower doth mix to coat the
wings of parrots-green with the joy of I
that sings the voice of I that paint
delightfulness upon the clouds with
flickering sunlight onst a screen of bright
gold Ahh onst my Mad Man Mountain
water-lilies and bloom the birds doest mate
andst all life doth fuck where life be neither
good or bad where clouds andst geese andst
all unfold onst their natural course where
they the lemmings trudge out their
delusions path fromst which neither gods
nor I canst budge
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Ohh soar above I the lilac clouds

mind free empty ast the sky ast below
geese homeward fly whilst plait I hair
with plums ast sunlight vermilion pours
o’er the lips of I ast like some pretty
girl upon my lips her lips doest place
andst to suck my lips like ripe cherry-
fruit-flesh inst solitude inst bliss see
I below blent red with blue the
perfumed blooms gilded petals edges
molten light that alloys all inst emerald
glitter plumed hills whirling shimmer
flames of gold thru the void where be I
free bathed inst scent of violet light
where they be rich But poor inst their
poverty of wanting more whilst what
they have But flakes upon the floor
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Ahh atop Mad Man Mountain

stars shoot across the sky lighting the
eyes of I brilliant glows of gold that
shoot out light thru massed clouds lilac
that float froth-flowers that scatter
blossoming blooms to I that licks my
flesh like the tongues tip of a randy girl
that doth my prick to flick inst this void
where doth I wander leaving no trace
upon this place the sighs of joy of I
echo thenst go dissolving into the
emptiness of the empty mind of I that
say they is But delusions dreams for
say I to they be thee caught inst
embroided webs of gold for none wander
with I beyond the webs of speaking
tangled words which be they keeping
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Andst so atop my Mad Man

Mountain with the breeze inst my
hair flowing weaving threads around
this green emerald void where upon
within this mind of I no dust doth
settle fromst that human bowl where
they doest run around andst no
tangle knots of vines doest hinder
this gate of I to which none doth
visit or nor But pass thru too
those drifting clouds where above
doest I dance thru moonbeams andst
does skip twixt sunlight andst dance
andst skip to weave thru around
clutching rainbows thru which doth
doest I dance andst kiss andst fuck
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nymphs andst Fairy Queens ‘neath

leaves shimmering andst flowers
perfumed to kiss our flesh with the
bliss of purple mist out pouring fromst
our breaths without a thought at rest
inst idleness at peace with all Where
moonbeams drip perfumes that doth
drink I up into drunkenness sip I
sunbeams that warm like fire to shatter
my joys o’er the earth like diamonds
alight froth-flower littering the night
inst yellow pools glinting parrot-green
hues where above accepting lay I where
earth with sky merge andst no human
track disturbs where be But writ
To be sane Yet inst the chains of conformity
To be unchained Yet insane with no community
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Sodom&
Gomorrah

POEM
BY C
DEAN
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Sodom &
Gomorrah
POEM BY
C
DEAN

Poetry Books by Gamahucher Press by colin leslie dean Australia’s leading

erotic poet free for download http://www.scribd.com/doc/35520015/List-of-
Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-Gamahucher-Press Gamahucher press west geelong
Victoria Australia 2024 FP: Charing Cross Bridge by André Derain (1906
)INPC & p.5: • “Mountains of Manhattan” Colin Campbell Cooper
(1903) p.3 “October Haze Manhattan” Childe Hassam (1910) p.4
“Houses of Parliament” by Claude Monet (1899-1901
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTION

So what be this Sodom

&
Gomorrah
well it be a Marxist tract
on humanity But more well
said inst poetry go read
Petrarch Canzone 136 or
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Byrons “Don Juan”

Canto xv: xc11 where he doth
show John Bull the
inhumanity of greed or
listen thee well to Carlyle or
Ruskin onst the effect of
capitalism or for a better
read read “Modern Love”
by George Meredith or
“Nineveh” by George
Sylvester Viereck where
huge dragons with
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monstrous trial sit upon the

gables where above the
stately spires two lemans be
Death and Leprosy But
better still see “From the
Woolworth Tower” of
Sara Teasdale “the warm
millions moving under the
roofs Consumed by their
desires” So dearest recite
read about thyself where the
Christian 7 deadly sins or
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the 5 hindrances of Sikhism or

where the craving desires of
Buddhism are let free by Capitalism
that the wealthy canst be more gorged
fromst those milch cows that be thee
dearest reciter freed to feed thy
greed with no restraint that turns
thee to a peon andst though better
clothed But still a subsistent farmer
slave inst debt bondage to thy captors
that dangles their carrot inst front of
thee thy greed onst the hamster wheel
around around thee goes getting no
where But deeper inst to slavery so
read about thyself dearest reciter you
fucking deadshit thee be
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PREFACE Ahh it doth seem we

doest live inst a hellish world where But
vertues gold be But sold for Mammons
dross where we for wealth doest But sell
our soul andst thus or flesh inst chains
doest us shackle we with unchained sins
we think we doest But run free Yet
those fools doest Yet complain that they
be inst pain since their dreams they cannot
claim they seek happiness Yet doth just
woes do gain around around go they
chasing some carrot they be told that
happiness they shallst gain But just filling
with gold the pockets of the tellers of such
mythology that the fools doest believe
greedily ast sayeth the poet of wit

As fast thy virtue bends that love to good:

But ah Desire still cries Giue me some food

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Atop the mansions decked inst gold sits

Mammon outstretched arms offering wealth
untold a cornucopia that drip gems andst
jewels rubies silver sapphires that glint blue
light that fires to entice Come Come all YE
for all of this is for THEE Come Come
have thy share take what THEE want for
there be more if THEE want for I fill thy
greed unlimited be my gift to THEE
unchain I THEE fromst the 7 deadly sins
free vent give I to THEE nothing now to
hinder THEEto thy wants Come Come
ALL be my milch cow for wealth in
perpetual bondage to me a simple price to
pay for wealth andst ALL thy pleasures be
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Red hues do But coat the glass-

rimmed columns that do But rise to the
sky ast Babylonian towers painted inst
pink tints coated inst purple do But
shine glinting ast inst mansions doth
awake the vultures to sit inst their
lofty heights towering god-like flinging
their shadows along dark streets
Lethean streams with beaks tinted red
blood stained pecking for food inst the
necks of they those milch cows that
emerge fromst underground that follow
those carrots gleaming radiance of light
that blaze bursts of fire full of desires
that upon each for wealth fight that n’er
do see the light with heads up arse n’er
do see the vultures that bite
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Pinkish tints doest paint the towers that

be temples to Mammon inst wandering
shades of purple that doest glide down
down into the abyss of the Lethean
streams that stream with the milch cows
inst rhythm step ‘neath the golden sun with
delicate threads of burning light that light
the sky violet inst splendours of fires that
doest seem to be But a sea flecked with
lilacs hues like clouds upon a rippling
breeze that that doth mix inst harmonies
with the dulcet strains that be the rhythmic
step of milch cows onst their hamster
wheels with lips like blossoms that fromst
those lips doth stream the dreams of
Midas Yet cant their prison see the cause
of their woes futility endlessly caught by
their greed inst perpetuity ast vultures sit
eyes blood red upon their captives to be fed
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The light didst upon the temples gleam that

glass illumined rainbows that outshone the
sky a trillion stars that glittered inst the
day ast white light afire a sea of bright
that shone a glory to those vultures
carnivorous things that sit andst salivate
upon that upon which they feed those milch
cows that doth along the Lethean streams
stream wrapped up inst their dreams within
that wilderness fettered by their greed
which those chains they But not see
ghouls that wander inst the purple shadows
‘neath those temples that be But haloed
inst light garlanded inst fire those milch
cows slaves of debt bondage in quest of
their dreams that ever willst be to spend
their cankerous lives inst futility which be
what the vultures seek for ast they naught
willst be free the vultures feed endlessly
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Andst fromst the mansions tops andst

temples tall the vulture doest But see their
prey inst myriad Lethean streams that
weave thru the wilderness ast spider webs
the streams that be But both what doth
snare andst what be their path of greed
‘neath lilac-silvered sky within the purpled
shadows gloom they the sun doth not see
the voluptuous blooms that ripple inst the
cracks that their feet doth scurry along they
doest sense not the scents of white syringe
or the soft calyx-stemmed hibiscus indigo
hued But doest pass by those that along
the way doest fall behind with distain they
doest not see nor care for those tears
crystalline drops that drip fromst childrens
eyes for it be their fault they doth say ast
the vultures get fatter andst fatter e’en on
misery they e’en create to feed their greed
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Andst along they go the milch cows all

inst their rows inst slothful step inst their
woes along the streams of Acheron they
flow parting the damasked doors trudge
they Herded into the temples that be But
their tombs chained by their greed to the
drudge up they go inst their Hallowed
Sepulchres heeding the vultures call
dreaming Midas dream a few doest But
out the rose colored windows view those
mansions decked inst sunlight that about
their tops float ast lilac-tinted swan-shaped
foam emerald shimmering their delicate
dreams veiled inst folds of violet air the
carrots they see that seek thee with hard
ons dilated eyes cunts wet with ecstasies
bliss out the windows they gaze upon all
back to the drudge with hopes of glee
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Whenst their daily servitude doth end they

Pour out the doors to But flow along the
spider-web Acheron streams to flood back
back into the underground to their coffins
too But too exhausted to think plug into
their media which tells them what to do
what to think onst their drugs their drinks
to kill the pain to make them sleep andst
cry
If this be happiness Why my woe
If this be living Why be I so dead
If this be joyousness Why my torment
Yet Inst each advertisement they be told
“Money buyeths happiness” andst with
that mantra inst the morn get back onst
their hamster wheels carrion for the
vultures above more wealth to be born
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The pinkish lilac hues misty reds andst

purple shadows do But turn to dark ast
night sets inst that shroud that o’er the
temples to Mammon andst the milch cows
gilded coffins andst the blackness doth
along the spider web streams of Acheron
doth flow ast out flood fromst the golden
tipped mansions the cockroaches doest But
flow inst their hearses gleaming with
pearled windows gold tinted like misty
globs of light thru which the eyes of
cockroaches doest red doest But gleam the
milch cows inst envy at that which they
would swap to be those insects that upon
the night doest take flight to spend their
blood moneys on lewd dreams of lust andst
gluttony greed fulfilled that burst their cock
& cunts and bowels that willst But shit
all that harvest of boars andst sows
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Stars glitter pure crystals of light like ice

set onst velvet plush ast frozen flowers
that blaze that looketh down upon the feast
of those cockroaches to coat inst moonlight
their rapaciousness they roam thru the
darkness’s mists prowling for pleasures
singing upon their blood bloated lips
“Money buyeth happiness” But for they
care not what price the milch cows must
pay for their gay debaucheries for each doth
up the arse each fuck each be to each But
an object for ecstasy each uses each a
commodity that each gives not a fuck for
each But to feed be their goal within their
gaol they be But too stupid to see the
consequences for they for each for the
universe that glitters fromst perfumed
blooms so sweet the cockroaches deplete
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Inst darknesses space the stars doest

swim lucent light spreads kissing blooms
that thru cracks doth flower that doth the
cockroaches the milch cows flesh doth kiss
that wallow inst their Stygian Marsh of
greed andst lust andst those 7 deadly sins
shackled their souls to Mammon girls
rose-petaled mouth eyes mascara tinted
short skirts panties tight wet seamed into
objects of sex they hast their flesh placed
red lips for whom hast the price to kiss
that each andst each canst suck the blood
fromst each the beauty of Lilith the kiss
of Ashtoreth give me thy flesh yearning
inst desires flames my mouth to thy mouth
soft Oh so soft that my tongue doth thy
soul to pluck upon my lips that poisoned
flower inst our greed we use each to fuck
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Ahh those lips to lips doth kiss that rose

that be girdled with thorns till flesh be torn
andst woes be forlorn Yet the mantra be
“Money buyeths happiness”ast thru the
moonlit airs doest we stare thru rose-tinted
glass the mass playing of the cockroaches
that doest buy with paper bloody dripping
the milch cow that not doth see that blood
be of he Yet he doth think one day soon he
whilst pay some drudge for his pleasure
too andst thru the window of those
pleasure domes they feast onst wine and
ambrosia andst candy tinged with musk ast
the losers hungry at the doors weep tears
of pearls that seep along the streets to drip
in sewers flecked in moonlights rainbows
hues that all reject Yet those losers one
and all wouldst long to be one of those
insects that rejects all losers one and all
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Andst ‘mongst the shattered flowery blooms

rivers of pearline tears spattered blood the
flood of shit andst piss andst cum that glow
iridescent inst moonlight like frost of snow
coating the Acheron streams rippling foam-
flowers of shit lone milch cow plays his lute
ast the vermin to their holes doth retreat they
doest paraphrase Petrarch
We fly to heaven with feet inst the sewer
We be the jailer of them Yet we not lock the
door
We hold to nothing Yet we the world doth
seize
We laugh Yet feed onst their misery
We will devour destroy all that giveths us life
E’en if we kill all andst we end dead
Hahaha they laugh the vermin at the milch cows
stupidity for inst wealth they keep they