Shorts from the Space Shuttle's Swimming Pool

No One Belongs Here More Than You

The distance between dying and death
is the loneliness of the long distance lighthouse
drifting love semaphores across raging seas

Tyrannosaur Texts Trump

“They think we’re extinct.”
His giant head lifted slowly
low growls from deep within his belly,
thousands  of eyes flickered, focused.
The cavern was awash with the
acrid stench of Jurassic bodies –
“Time to go.”

Above, New York shopped
oblivious to the carnage below their feet

Bring Your Fucking Army

The death of parents in same week
is as rare as rocking horse shit

To lose you would-be wife and best friend
in space of a month,
is beyond the most gullible pale

And people wonder why I don’t give a fuck?

Cartesian Skin

He collected the dead skin of
students he fucked in test tubes
labelled minus-one to one thousand and three

His cock withered as versed flowers on academic shelves,
enjoyed gardening and cheap wine made him reminisce

On his death bed, student #571 sat patiently
waiting to collect his fetid skin and
scatter abreast European  Museums
which didn’t even know his name  

And this is why…

Beyond endless urban concrete
where nature goes to simply die,
boneyard of grace and humility
lies barren as the prairies where
Fathers abandoned their children

Words are never enough,
lie lonely as the moon upon dresses
of lovers you will never caress  

A Little Less Conversation
 
They don’t have conversations, he just listens
so he blew up a sex doll and called her  Priscilla
all shook up, he seduced her in his shed,
for his life he started singing karaoke
love songs into her deflating ear
 
Wife found Priscilla one cold morning and
wrote ‘Return to Sender’ on her rubber skin.
So he did.
 
Wrapped in barbed wire and boxed,
no one heard his wife’s screams as she was posted
screaming onto an international flight to oblivion