I'm just a soul, hooked on magic & poetry sandwiches. My words are fools, dancing as they flirt with the life you give them... & then there's the naughty stuff that wakes me in the middle of the night... one day all that cheese'll kill me.
Free poetry most of it mad Free music too many ads Free movies escaping Hollywood's ass Free books my library of a lifetime gathering online dust Free phone calls free email free banking and VPN free roadside assistance for when my jam jar's bust Freedom to dance whistle at the wind and say 'boo' ('cept when I’m at sea) freedom to wonder at the sadness of falling leaves The freedom of speech I took for granted like that little word 'forever' before I saw it wouldn't last ...
Words stirred from the unfathomable deep and a poetic erection woke me again Dogs snored stars grinned and I could clearly hear my new king: 'I name this ship "Sick of Plastic" and may God bless all who sail in her....'
'Your majesty' I whispered 'This is a book launch...' but it was too late the magnum of champagne broke over my head unwelcome as the coronation bill as unloved as a condom and as useless as a car in London
The easy years have carried me to today Immune to beauty I have watched it's fall learning each step on the path of decay Each defeat leaves me fearful to dream through pain of unwelcome change turning pages of tomorrow into faltering shadows that fade Peering at stars through clouds in search of God's cute answers fine wisdom that never came I grew weary of the moon's spell became wary of the sun's rays but though all of his mysteries remain safe in my heart the spark of hope is burning...
It began like any other poem same keyboard same sky from my window green tea growing cold in a mug phones on silent to better hear the voices in my head all the bitches and bastards doing their darndest to endear themselves into my heart But today I got pissed with the struggle to figure who would shout loudest and needed ruthless navigation through shark infested lines of throwaway junk to start So for once I told them all to shut the fuck up and scribbled this...
I'm ashamed because mostly we write about bodies We detail our gratification and desires sensations of the skin where women and men display feelings overpowered through pleasure or pain transported by ink to realms of fantasy a false flag masquerade cunningly rebranded as 'love'
Just when did we begin the culture of orgasms hooray unveiling precious trophies for public consumption to be dangled like dreams and held captive in a mysterious jar foolishly labelled 'heart'
I've always loved animals and I sought to love you, exactly as you are, obsessive about poetry, straggly flyaway hair, unfinished ink and all.
Initially, I was apprehensive but nonetheless happy, to welcome your three incontinent tomcats, the pair of iguanas and a large fish bowl full of piranhas, the day you humped your trunk through my door.
I willingly accepted the new cleaning regime necessitated by us being seven in a bed, thought I adapted well to boiling sheets in borax every day ...
She seemed a might out of breath a li'l tipsy in her little black dress head on my shoulder her sweetness tugging at my heart
The moon's getting closer, she said and I've been counting stars all night Do you think there are people up there living and loving and dying in each other's arms People just like us only far, far away
Who knows, I said Maybe one day we'll get to find out but the way the world is right now I'm just glad that we're alone
You will try not to breathe shielding your eyes from the flame when the windows shatter and the walls scream when bodies writhe upon the floor But you should thank me for you are lucky to have witnessed what only I could know before You started with two until seven billion greedlings grew rotten to the core The last rats to leave my once perfect planet smoked out from the Eden I never intended to be 'yours'
Waiting in the fast food line he took a full slow minute to undress her with his eyes staring harder at her nipples ass and thighs before deciding that he would
He definitely definitely would
She'd be the queen in his next porn movie pleading and moaning for more with bunny ears on her head hands tied tightly behind her back while he jazzled up her long red hair and lashed her shoulders with a whip made from softest feather down
Child eyes open skipping the way to school Who'd be fool or brave enough to fall for the notion of love waving hope from the last chance saloon the home of gamblers liars, cheats and rogues Drying your own tears the lesson for us all On the edge of a storm thin stubs of sunlight pierce the gloom a robin stirs to greet the dawn the orchestra still plays veneer for roses fading grey