Blackbush

31 Dec 2018

Cartographer

  You are mistaken. I am not your North Star, consistently waiting and redundantly home; stagnantly eking boiled potatoes and salted herring, and all things hearth and home.   This latitude points me to terrestrial delights and a container of carnal confe...

Blackbush

30 Dec 2018

Top Shelf

Top Shelf Baby You’re swagger that slays me But baby, back down from the top shelf. We’re driving too fast past the city lights because you just like to hear me scream. I know the way you need me without the frills of wealth, I don’t need big carats or tr...

Blackbush

29 Dec 2018

Naughty List

Socialite Stella Quest never once made Santa’s nice list; not that she tried too hard.  She found being naughty much more fun. So much fun that after her most recent Christmas Day escapade of debauchery, her daddy carted her onto his private jet with one...

Blackbush

29 Nov 2018

You, Eros

You, Eros.     Left me by the crisp pool, too much sunblock running in rivulets down my back, stomach, Slowly down fat fat double cream thighs. You, too rich for my palette when I like my chili-dog with ketchup You licked above my upper lip.   I watched t...