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Cavegirl with a cellphone

Evolution has ill-prepared us

Upright, naked, prowls the plain  An alien race, self-conscious brain  An ember born of sparking flint  A revolution with no hint  No light to shed where it may lead  'Tis here I hone my guilt, my greed  My sisters venture north, east, west  While clasping newborns to their breast  And ripping meat from rigid bone  A cavegirl with a cellphone  * The beast...Read On

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Jack the pumpkin kink

Breaking magic spells sometimes requires extreme measures

I know this will sound incredible, unbelievable, but you have to believe me. I swear this is exactly as it happened. There were lots to choose from, dozens, but this one sort of called to me. It did! Honestly, I know it sounds... Anyway, when I got home, the wife just sneered at me. 'Bit early for Halloween isn't it?'  So what? There was a week to go, but she knows I like to have a...Read On

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Fuck talk 1: Ourorobos

'Impress me Yes, you Standing, towering Over little me Cold drink in sweaty palm One eyeball dangling in my braless dress And one yoyo-ing from my hellish heels To split-thighed heavenliness  A goddess, yes Now, little man Tell me your dirty Fucking filthy Earthly plan!' * He straightened Pelvis tightened And I saw with my own eyes His gold belt buckle rise ...Read On


Monday morning fuck

A Monday morning fuck may have runny repercussions, cummy consequences, unctuous upshots...

Slowly circling Sliding down Cork-screwing Paragliding Back from pleasure's peak My heaven Bliss My favourite moment Just before I sink to kiss His eyes, his lips And take his flesh Into my depths Once more Controlled and conscious  Hold him Press and squeeze and Feel him fill my body As he fills my soul I whisper 'Did you?' 'No.' I know Forgo...Read On



Aardvark's at the front Page one And zygote's near the rear See, here But after that this dictionary's worse than Useless * Look No love But sex is everywhere A noun, to have, to be, Apparently So tied up to identity Commitment's close to shit Sense tells me otherwise Truth's here, before lies Honesty, integrity and trust Are simply absent Lust is there in...Read On


A squirt in the hand is worth two in the bush

Timing is everything when time is of the essence

A squirt in the hand is worth two in the bush Especially if you're in a rush There's nothing more delicious nor disgusting Than a warm and sticky Slick and icky Handful of ejaculate To make you late * Party: There'll be tarty Flirty dirty Girls  A last reminder Know who owns you I do I do In the hallway Unannounced I rub you Deftly undo Whip it out and ...Read On


When first I saw you

The fates never sleep - the next click could change your life

When I first saw you, saw you raw but saw you not, I gaped in awe; the flawless flesh a blurry fist failed to eclipse. Enlisting spit an index finger painted purple prose upon its bloody nose and glistening oozing juices snoozing sluices in my loins awoke, provoking evocations, shock incursions of my hungry meat. * And now I see you, see you whole and hold the organ in...Read On



A scratchy old 78 pithily portends the poignant resolution of a passionate affair

You say I'm merely borrowed Like in some old cliché Of a song recording sorrow In some other place, on some other day Well let me tell you, Miss I have no more time, no more love than this Please accept the half I have to give Though sad, this is the life I live * I'm not a book off some old shelf Pen, sweater or a coat I'm a person, something like yourself Just trying...Read On


Love's last quatrain

Occasionally, even little pigs may recognise pearls amid their sty

I built a poem from Lego bricks Perfection! Not a hole to fix Each room I filled with emptiness Each plastic rhyme with hopelessness * Hey, lover! (who builds poems from sticks) I built a poem from Lego bricks He read, his face - a doleful mask - Proclaimed I had not met the task * 'To beat the wolves, my lover dear Do more than to the rules adhere I built a poem from...Read On


I'm Sue and 32

A woman's body houses a simplistic mind

I'm Sue and 32 and that makes 5 She says that's right And winks the eye That says I'm special * Needs must, baby... Paper rustles Shady whispers Take care of her No marks Hear me? * Dark and warm He tickles Giggles Clumsy fingers Zips and thingies Smoky breathing Suck my titties Like a baby sucks his mummy Suck his dummy Rub it, fuckin rubbit ...Read On


Something after nine it's time

Don't lie, don't cheat, don't ride roughshod, without expecting consequences

Suck me, fuck me Give me all you've got His New World order more than  Bordering on arrogance, I glance into his Blue-eyed, square-jawed maw And wonder if he knows What's coming * I've suffered cheating, beating Prying, spying, lying In the name of liberty Abuse beyond belief I saved it all, each word, each act Each opposite exactly as he never dreamed What's coming ...Read On


Death's stealthy arrow

Bullets, blades, disaster and disease become nought beside the great deceiver's subtle weapon

I cling to speeding, spinning cones of lead That pierce the air and armour, skin and bone; Once deep inside, I ditch my deathly ride, Spread dark destruction, quell life's fragile wick. * I cleave to sharpened shards of stainless steel That separate the living from the dead. A scratch, a nick, a cut will let me in To fester in the ragged bloodied meat. * I steal by...Read On


Two minutes seven inches of Heaven

Black PVC and a sliver of diamond resurrect singular first-time memories

I remember everything single thing about it. The squealing windscreen wipers on the bus, slightly out of sync, one completing seven cycles to the other's six. Condensation streaking down my window, collecting in the rubber seal then sloshing out whenever the bus slowed, accelerated or stopped. I was cold, my polyester cardigan, short cotton dress, insignificant shoes and soggy tights...Read On


Imitating Art

Ira, Cole and Noël are dead; Julie London too. So I wrote this song instead and sing it just for you

The gallery was free, yet full Of endless dull Depictions with no wonder thundering In my heart or head. I stood instead And gazed within: why must my ordinary life Forever imitate art? * There! Amongst the moulded marble Art, by name  And nature, nurtured in an alien  Scrapered world for his and my mimetic sakes Bought tea and toast, taught me to see that most of life ...Read On


A Brief Encounter

Love grows, flowers and dies in a timeless, endless cycle.

The winter of your absence I hide and freeze Entombed beneath the sheets of ice  And sleep a thousand deaths * The springtime of your nascence I wake and thaw Swell and split with roots of white Shoots of the brightest sheen * The summer of your presence I thrive and bloom  Bedecked is wondrous petalled shades I burst and bear my fruit  * The autumn of your distance...Read On


A rose by any other...

I can't think of a one liner. Perhaps if I could, I would have spared us all the 66 liner below.

Big ears! he shouted and ran away Stuck out his tongue, pulled my hair all day And made me cry * Hey, is your Ellie playing out, Mrs Jones? We broke a window throwing stones And never got found out * Billy's got a girlfriend! his mates all cried No I bloody haven't! She's a liar. Ellie lied! But we held hands later * You're beautiful, gorgeous, I wish that we ... ...Read On


101 wasted words

A Roman said it in 2 words; someone else in 3: seize the day! We know it, yet still run out of ti...

We have tonight, my lover said, To write a poem A poem to write Without a wasted word? said I Said I, said I, said I * Precisely so, my lover said,  A hundred words And one besides 'Tis not enough, I fast replied 'Tis not, 'tis not enough * If love were true, my lover said, You'd need but three Just three would do But I would die for you, I said For you I'd...Read On


Day of reckoning

In love as in life, what goes up must come down

One chance Two souls Three times Forewarned Five kisses Sixth sense Seven leaven Ate all Nine and sixty Tentatively Nine tails Eight strokes Seven wonders Six kisses Five tears Forgo Three words Too late One...Read On