Escape I was thinking as we age, we wear a thin disguise. She had bright yellow hair and that look was in her eyes. She came swirling up the mall; it came as quite a shock. She was as pink and white, as a peppermint rock. I grabbed a mature lady's hand, as she was passing by. I whispered 'Please... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
A rewrite a rewritten rewriter or a rewriting. I can't keep writing poems like Jay.. Love me. The urchin rides discovered promises. Admires the slips of substance, plants berries. in cherry holes. The beams of restlessness explore with kisses unfulfilled tall orders in eyes as black as coals. I... Sign in to see full entry.
Now this is very important if one wants to write erotica Ignore line 1 and 4 and then think is it worth doing this. I went to see this witch I had a little itch each time I tried to kiss Matilda Giles They said the witch was good and for a cupful of red blood She would cure one. Of the piles. So I... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
The Decider. To your body in clover I burn in the skies. Ache for the sunset and call for your sighs. Tangled with longing I push through the flame. Give me your laughter I whisper your name, with the Decider my ache is obscene. I burn in a light that no one has seen. Your blood is a powder that... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Images I try to hold those days in meaningful clusters However, they llicker in mockery and everything blurs. A vast stream of events flows on into darkness And as always puddles of dreams thwart progress. Most of my sins are buried in infertile silt. A ghost guards the cold earth when I stumble on... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Groans. Translated rural, Stockies are four layers of linen. We are the educated Groans. We went to the top school' We learned about noses It was Stockies that drew the most interest' We loved listening to all the news on Stockies. In fact it was very interesting. One highly intelligent Groan... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, August 10, 2012
AN ENTRY FROM THE RUBBISH BIN.
Well scratch my ear. I hope you remember me? I am the poet larrikin of the Groans. Without introducing myself further I will begin. It was a normal day in the high street, when I saw a female Groan. I did not introduce myself as she was wearing a big hat. And in front of it dangled a piece of lace.... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Perils. Could it be at ninety-three he wanted to be entertained more lavishly? No longer poor; life was a bore, but I am sure he's one of them who will be remembered like the best of men. He didn't seem to love me then. He needed money to procure access I guess, to the lady on the floor of Apartment... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Old man and boy. He sat in a creaking coat in a chair with a high back. Feeling the fire as a friendly force he smoked and coughed' I watched his throat ripple and the grey bristle sweep away all illusions. It was good of him he could have spat on my naked knee, but choose to swallow the black... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
OH Perhaps I should rest my brain. A quick operation Yes place it in a bowl of brine four teaspoonfuls to half a pint' I don't think we need a surgeon for such a trivial connotation. As long as the fluid is free from halobiont. That is a salt-water organism which one is careful to avoid, and hardly... Sign in to see full entry.