Wednesday, 23 November 2011

n

flim flam
filthy flan
pussy tan
bang!
bang!!
bang!!!

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

C (a slight return)

Suited,

booted,

and hypermuted,

slap those metro dicks against an oncoming train.

c

Tuesday, 15 November 2011

L


the best job
you've ever had. just
making it up as
i go along,
these lies hide incompetence, one hopes

and hops along, towing the line
in kilt shoes and
thick itchy socks

sometimes its
working alone in a room,
next to other empty rooms
on top of more empty rooms.
spending empty hours
thinking about the empty hours
that are still to come

through the glass,
watching them move
from their own
empty rooms.
honest indignity,

they
enter and leave
wanting to fill
bellies or boxes or heads
so they will not be empty,
for a wee
while.

orgasms, smooth jazz, sounding like...

something old, something
new,
something borrowed and
fuck you!

taking your
chapter to a
new place,
dusty apples,
dundee cake/emotional baggage

i like my men
like i like my cofffee,
she wares far too much
on her face

honestly i am sorry,
but I do not care