Submissions by Plebeian

Over the hills I go
in my worn out boots
and my thread bare cloths.
Down to a river I know
where my girl she waits
by a hole in the wall.


Fair little filly
how I love you so
dancing in the barn
near the hole in the wall.
If the farmer comes
then we hide in the hay
and if he don’t then we roll
and we kiss away the day.

Summer in your hair,
sun sprinkled in your eyes.
Giggles are the breeze
in the leaves as the clouds
fly by. Birds sing
of the love that we share,
carefree we cuddled
while the...

To adore her own pedestal
restrained with desire
coy knowing eyes
shine brazen smiles which
claw tweaks and defile
something delicate,
oh those oft’ defined cries
amidst impassioned embraces encouraging life.

Deliciously crude
courtesans carouse around
a carousel of drunken bums,
crystal line nosebleeds
and numb gums.

A scattering of glass pipes,
uncertain seedy images,
rubbing tarmac
talking to whores
a rocking van
erupting bile
another beer can consumed.

A bare arse dance
around an empty tin pile,
whoops and laughter
bleed through afternoon music.

Late night club lights
interject dub base,
dancing legs
teasing dress
smiles that flirt
a flash of breasts,
a taxi ride through fingered miles
to...