Delightfully bonkers #5: November

unknown for years,  
unknown was the matter,
fuck all to that tears,
nothing is ever in tatters!
 
I saw a glow in her face,
excitement of a buxom beauty,  
she’s seems to be open to taste,
the randomness of a forbidden cutie.
 
pleasure and pain, goes together,
flying north, like birds of a feather,
knowing you for hours, the juices flowing faster,
chemistry a true factor, when fucking it gets better!
 
an swingthat cutie with hard long eyes,  
blondish hair, I long for a whiskey with style,
skimpily clad, her midriff sexily exposing,  
listen to my eyes, them bosoms are tempting!
 
“Babe from the nomad verse…I feel you,
I want you to know, you’ve left my balls blue,
only if you’d feel the presence of the real me,  
in the presence of others, holy fuck, you’ll see!”
 
it blows me the fuck out of my mind,
Umm..I bet she’s spectacular from behind,
her fucking body, a divine temple enshrined,
her curves are heavenly, I rather not be kind!
 
for years i definitely was beholden,
the wild bushes of pleasure’s dome,
the native women in a forbidden tavern,
waxed pussies, shaping em’ desirously home.
 
oh fuck! a banter is such an experience,  
god! the brain rush was almost intelligence,
add endorphin, serotonin and oxytocin,
top it with dose of dopamine, and fuck yes! i love to sin!
 
she’s such a desirous temptress,
glowing like a nomadic enchantress,
wishes that she strides a throbbing hardness,
letting out a gust of air, blowing out them candles of darkness!
 

Normality,
Is not my formality.
I’m far too mad,
From all of my maladies.
My mind has been split,
Into several realities.
I’m multidimensional;
Which explains my mentalities.
Synesthete-
I can see tonalities.
Circus Freak-
They beat me with brutalities.
It must be neat-
Living in their practicalities.
They don’t know-
That I can read through their modalities.

Bugs over here.
Bugs over there.
Everywhere I turn, BUGS BUGS BUGS.
Some you can squash, some you can spray
Most just get in the way.
Most lurk in the night, Some stay out all day.
They crawl on your things looking for treats.
You find them in your shoes, waiting to tickle your feet.
They're creepy and they're crawly, you feel em in your bed. Dare to rest your head?
You close your eyes, to imagine them gone. Only...SURPRISE, they're staring with their beady little eyes.
You flick em, and smash em, and create a little dance. Some run, some jump, but scurry they must. If I dare see one, I'll spray it and smoosh it, crumble it to dust.
Bugs over here.
Bugs over there.
Everywhere I turn, Bugs Bugs Bugs.

 “It’s a thought that has crossed many people’s mind  
Unthinkable, because he’s sin free and divine,  
“But I’m here to give you my thought on something  
What if Jesus was straight fucking?  
 
 “To keep the masses occupied, changing water to wine  
He would be somewhere getting on his bump and grind,  
 “Creating a magical barrier of silence so she wouldn’t make a sound  
Then a short prayer over the pussy, before he start to pound,  
 
 “Just like he put spit on eyes to cure the blind  
It worked just as good on pussy when doggystyle from behind,  
 “And the woman who he meet at the well  
Cured her of her bleeding sickness-now ass for him she sell,  
 
 “Thou without sin cast the first stone  
Shit he will be thinking while chased from another woman’s home,  
 “The Lord saying ‘Thou didn’t send thee to Earth for thy shit’  
All over thy land he’s slangeth unholy dick’.  
 
 “Privately raising fine bitches from the dead  
And for resurrection payment it was pussy, head and a warm bed,  
 “Not only for him, but his whole crew  
Twelve mutherfuckin deep they gang-banged pussy until they were through,  
 
 “Any pussy fucked-out and smelled like fish  
With a head nod it tightened right up and the stank he would easily dismiss,  
 “Because he would ride ass like he rode a donkey  
Without grace or mercy until it was creampied and funky,  
 
 “And don’t let me get started about the last supper  
It would be a straight pussy party up in the motherfucker,  
 “Spilling out into the streets causing a city wide riot  
Arrested and butt-naked waiting for judgment by Pontius Pilate,    
 
 “Even dying would not stop his pussy play  
Because he would be back on it on the third day,  
 “Getting it in and Armageddon fucking to the end  
Until, into heaven it was his time to ascend”.

foople woople cough gawff you're sent off
the embalmer's sin with the runny widow's grin

and under the arch decays
of empires' shadow and crumble
there go blinks of light, whoops o wind
blast of devastation hair sideways

did you even hear the radio
did you even care

thousand animals panic and flee
nerves root out zillioning quick and harsh
to the disfrabricing eyes laying too still
incapable of erase

guess we're dead, rattle one halfpill
close the windows, power down
and throw the latest shoe pebble
through the gyp pocked wall

it's been done, as always
but the covers feel well
the exert still wert' it

kittennn drurrrr and puppppie fart
some disease malfortune
tallied up and returned ok

Angel thin resemblance
before the surgery's blank

It was one of those parties
everyone was juiced
and all the wrappers
were slowly coming off.

Four pairs of cherry lips
were all over some candy cigarette
who was claiming to be a footballer,
said he had a card to prove it.
Dolly Mixture had arrived with Mint Imperial
but she said he was too smooth
for his own good and left him
for three chocolate mice,
that had been pretending to be blind
in the ladies toilets.
Dolly looked great in her strawberry lace
holding up her whips,
the mice giggled every time they saw the walnut.

A couple of old fruit pastels were watching
a lion at the bar and feeling brave
asked him for a lick of his nuts.
He said you two are sweet
meet me upstairs in ten but be discrete
I have a reputation to keep.
So they tied him to the bed
and took pictures of his chewy centre.

Things began to melt,
liquorice wheels started to unwind
spreading themselves around the room.
A gang of 'A' sexual Gummy bears
had popped a tube of smarties
and were getting fresh with some polo mints
using liquorice torpedoes as strap-ons.

Oh I cant cope with this cried a fruit gum
who had been following a big stick of rock
that was so drunk he could only say Blackpool,
the fruit gum took that as yes.

Pear drops were shakin that ass on the dance floor
watch by a toffee apple that was rotten to the core
more drinks lads she asked, tipping sherbet
into the Tizer that made their bulls eyes pop.
Stick with me boys I want them lolipops.

The cellophane rustling got so loud,
that the false teeth arrived to break it all up
fortunately they kept falling out,
and more cherry lips put a stain on there collar.

An Everton mint had been hiding on a striped rug
claimed he was a vicar, showed them his dog collar
and said your all going to swell, smell, Hell ! then he fell,
put a crack in his shell,
and that was the only encouragement
the gummy bears needed.

Jacob wrestled an Angel
I wrestled men
with tiny questions
and a quavering voice

So vast and so mighty
yet somehow constrained
in earthquake
thunder and lightning

yet with a whisper
I speak
and you listen