Thursday, 25 March 2010

n

i glanced upon a chanced
midnight wallop and i
altered him a stare,
i was steady and smooth in
my silent attack,
staring, staring, softly
staring and
making him nervous so that he
ought to say something, maybe
shout, hit me and i
relish his confused; suspicious; angry
face and i scream "
BLOWJOB LIPZ!" and
then the rush the chase
is on and he's really pounding after
me and i'm thinking what to do
next and i toss a "
PAEDOPHILE!" over
my shoulder and he picks up
the pace as if
it were a child.
that wind! that wind, and
i'm runing like
it, faster than it and right
on through it and i've cut
a trail and he is sliding
down it and his foot is kissing
my foot and my face is kissing
the tar and as i fall
i drop a "
CUM COCK!" and
then i sleep, i sleep
a long sleep at the side of
the road and he
wanders off a
midnight wallop wondering who
i was.

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

L

when i go home
i will tell the people about this.
i will have lots of storys. they will
listen to me and they will love me and
the foolish among them will
wish they were me.

L

each day I drift further
yet the shore feels strangely close.
i need to dive down
deep.
and not come back.

and i can't believe it's not butter,
mother fucker.

Wednesday, 3 March 2010

n

spring has
sprung and
a neil young
string section
accompanies
golden sunrise over a calm
north sea. Rising and
falling slowly in deep
powerful bars of
gold; each
one gently fucking
the other to the
shimmering beat and
tempo of the
morning.
awake! and
glance around at
the peasant sheep, for
they no nothing of
it and
chew only the cud of
last night's
frost.