soundtrack – “scarey monsters” misspelt by David Bowie

October 15, 2008 at 7:24 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 12 Comments
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the limo pulls up in the pouring rain
a cliched crack of thunder
and she uncrosses her long legs
clad in jeans so tight you
can sense the swing in her
hips,
the rest of her dressed in scent
nobody noticed, don’t move Mamu
she said,

i prayed to the Lord the man
in the gun grey suit let it rain let it rain

he says and hangs up the mobile phone,
come in…

three cards waltz he coulda called it
zeus but then you would have seen it come
in my dear, sings best when blessed in
sin.

Zeus On Trial

September 26, 2008 at 6:13 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 23 Comments
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Erotica is nice, artdeco to decorate the house, resplendent decadent why not but comes a time when every creature corporeal just wants to fuck, says the Japanese Pornographer stop dancing, turn around bend over now,
She throws the script on the floor by the bed. I thought you said you were a writer exploring issues of consent, she says and hangs up the phone. Now come here sweet soraya i have a gift for you in whispers,

the sprite delights in twists and turns
provides respite from funerary urns
but in the end there was just one
and now it’s time to have some fun,
lets play a game just you and me
we’ll be pirates lost at sea
then when we’re saved and reach the shore
turn around you’ll be me and i’ll be yours,

Crash, Rattle and Roll.

July 6, 2008 at 5:32 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 13 Comments
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Crash looked down at the little marble, kinda tiny he thought, but we might be able to trade. Rattle was lining it up with his usual avaricousness, blue and green, he thought, cool. And Roll let go of a slow sigh, it sure is beautiful, thought Roll, but I doubt it will ever be mine.

The ocean is licking my toes hoho’s the hearty pirate looking up at the stars. Now if I follow Roll til we run into Rattle and Crash somewhere there a map might be stashed in a cranny or nook and by hook or by crook,

Sometimes the tide turns of itself and the stars rotate in the sky, crash rattle and roll, some thunderstorm and bam there’s you and i,

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