Submissions by Spanker
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The experiments continue; elements combine and react; new substances form; old ideas disintegrate; lenses filter, focus and reflect; the scientist and the lab rat – indistinguishable.
Q & A
Prisoner
Number 5,000,051
Your question
About pissing
The answer
Enjoyment is allowed
Life would be worse
Without it
Number 5,000,051
Your question
About pissing
The answer
Enjoyment is allowed
Life would be worse
Without it
609 reads
0 Comments
Nordic Spam
Damn...
All these
Dutch women
Appearing...
In my spam
I delete on
Like a demon
...Soon
They’re gone
Like lost expletives
I feel drained
Robbed
Misspent
...Holy
All these
Dutch women
Appearing...
In my spam
I delete on
Like a demon
...Soon
They’re gone
Like lost expletives
I feel drained
Robbed
Misspent
...Holy
641 reads
5 Comments
Ode to Splodge
Oh I’m terribly sorry
Excuse me
I’m a bit stoned
No I’m not
I’m stoned as a cunt
Now there’s a thought
Mm yes
Very nice
Excuse me
I’m a bit stoned
No I’m not
I’m stoned as a cunt
Now there’s a thought
Mm yes
Very nice
593 reads
2 Comments
Performance Artiste
Poetry
Is a slow striptease
Each poem
Removes a layer
Gradually
We expose ourselves
The audience
Voyeurs
They love to watch
The microphone
Seems larger
And furrier
Than usual
Yes alright
Is that all you’ve got?
Get on with it
She thinks
She says
I imagine with her
It’s the same with sex
Is that all you’ve got?
Get on with it
Your 2 minutes
Are up!
Is a slow striptease
Each poem
Removes a layer
Gradually
We expose ourselves
The audience
Voyeurs
They love to watch
The microphone
Seems larger
And furrier
Than usual
Yes alright
Is that all you’ve got?
Get on with it
She thinks
She says
I imagine with her
It’s the same with sex
Is that all you’ve got?
Get on with it
Your 2 minutes
Are up!
744 reads
5 Comments
Epiphany 1
A good wank
Is always better
Than a bad root
Is always better
Than a bad root
648 reads
2 Comments
The Aesthetics of Apocalypse
And this night
The earth spoke to me
Of love and madness
Flames and music
While whips cracked
Sky so red and
Filled with smoke
All panic below
People of colours
And ruins like coal
The yells the sounds
The beauty of terror
So noble from above
The high point
Sees the shadows
And the gaseous ghosts
Liberated flying
We sinners remain
The earth spoke to me
Of love and madness
Flames and music
While whips cracked
Sky so red and
Filled with smoke
All panic below
People of colours
And ruins like coal
The yells the sounds
The beauty of terror
So noble from above
The high point
Sees the shadows
And the gaseous ghosts
Liberated flying
We sinners remain
692 reads
5 Comments
Pretty Little Holes
Pretty little holes
Or deep dark chasms
One question remains
Who's got pot
I'm not asking alot
Pretty little holes
Or deep dark chasms
Who's got the bloody pot
It's setting in
The rot
Deep dark chasms
Have I lost the plot
Must not say
Must not say
That word
Those words
Fucking fucking
Fucking orgasms
Or deep dark chasms
One question remains
Who's got pot
I'm not asking alot
Pretty little holes
Or deep dark chasms
Who's got the bloody pot
It's setting in
The rot
Deep dark chasms
Have I lost the plot
Must not say
Must not say
That word
Those words
Fucking fucking
Fucking orgasms
605 reads
2 Comments
Accusations Fry
Two poems
The best and worst of me
I’m not proud
Preppy snob you say
Not guilty I say
Homophobe you say
Liar I say
Misogynist you say
You don’t know me
The best and worst of me
I’m not proud
Preppy snob you say
Not guilty I say
Homophobe you say
Liar I say
Misogynist you say
You don’t know me
600 reads
0 Comments
So Mickey Rourke
What do you want?
I’m not the one
You’re looking for
Not him or her
Whatever you thought
Or wanted to be
It just isn’t me
So why deny
When really I tried
And sure do wish
It could somehow be
But I’m not him
That was never the plan
Do you remember?
Our first night
Blowing joints
On my car
I sure can
Like it was yesterday
And a whole lot more
You make me feel
So Mickey Rourke
Kind of full and proud
But hurt inside
Two lover boys
There’s a laugh
So Mickey Rourke
I’m not the one
You’re looking for
Not him or her
Whatever you thought
Or wanted to be
It just isn’t me
So why deny
When really I tried
And sure do wish
It could somehow be
But I’m not him
That was never the plan
Do you remember?
Our first night
Blowing joints
On my car
I sure can
Like it was yesterday
And a whole lot more
You make me feel
So Mickey Rourke
Kind of full and proud
But hurt inside
Two lover boys
There’s a laugh
So Mickey Rourke
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0 Comments
‘Smile Henry’
So I stole a title
And misquoted it
To boot
From the great man himself
Google if you wish
You fucking pedants
I couldn’t give
A clichéd flying toss
Mistrusting
And Cut
Duly discarded
And pasted
Come on you wankers
Shoot me
Carrot breath – Idiot!
Yes, that would be me
You lucky bastards
Getting time with her
You lucky lucky bastards
Carrot breath – Idiot!
Go on
Give them something
To help drain their ink
A half expected comma
They won’t be happy
Then just save it
And misquoted it
To boot
From the great man himself
Google if you wish
You fucking pedants
I couldn’t give
A clichéd flying toss
Mistrusting
And Cut
Duly discarded
And pasted
Come on you wankers
Shoot me
Carrot breath – Idiot!
Yes, that would be me
You lucky bastards
Getting time with her
You lucky lucky bastards
Carrot breath – Idiot!
Go on
Give them something
To help drain their ink
A half expected comma
They won’t be happy
Then just save it
672 reads
2 Comments
I’m Not a Psychopath
Polly wants a cracker
Chopped up prose
She wants it
Up the clacker
Chopped up prose
Chopped up pro’s
Do you recognize
My greatness?
Chopped up ...
Fucking pro’s
She likes it
Up the clacker
Chopped up rose
Chopped up rose
Chopped up prose
She wants it
Up the clacker
Chopped up prose
Chopped up pro’s
Do you recognize
My greatness?
Chopped up ...
Fucking pro’s
She likes it
Up the clacker
Chopped up rose
Chopped up rose
589 reads
2 Comments
The Romance of Wolves
I’ll miss it
I’ll miss the thrill
The chase
The race
Before the kill
I’ll miss it all
The natural call
The panting
Breathlessness
And so many dreams
Unfulfilled
I’ll miss the thrill
The chase
The race
Before the kill
I’ll miss it all
The natural call
The panting
Breathlessness
And so many dreams
Unfulfilled
729 reads
4 Comments
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