Tag: poem

  • Monks Who Lunch

    Monks who lunch Sit and munch from lunch to brunch and brunch to lunch. Lunch with monks at brunch to lunch we sit and munch from brunch to lunch. Monks who brunch from brunch to lunch and lunch to brunch!

  • Miles Away from Baby

    I can still feel her fur, The silky velvet rising with her breath, Lying over those little ribs, With a snaggle and a lick, And a snout to the right.   Those miss you eyes reflect mine, The longer I’m gone the less she will want me, Longing to hold my baby, Selfish daddy.

  • The Road to the Honest World

    After being thrashed and burnt at the stake; By nocturnal witches in spaghetti straps with gravy stains He walked,  Breathing in golden and breathing out black, On the road to the honest world. © PinkyBinks            

  • the artist

    not 7teen of them please no. seventeen of them. Part pink and gold, yes but seventeen of them. Seventeen

  • And All Becomes Extinct

    Oh no, More than a blip. A mountain in landscape, Falling deep into the caverns. I cant help myself, But i should. I must, Unless this is dead. And all becomes extinct.

  • Teenage, Going on Dead

    I awoke to a black sky, But the droplets of rain were pink, purple and pale blue; Shimmering on pane. A pounding base raising from the floor below, Fucking throbbing; Pinky Fararge! As i knit, To the slow pace of growing teeth.    

  • Something Anything

    Drifting on while they play video games. Looking for meaning or regret. A time filler. Something, anything. Waiting to die, or balloon. Or both. Are they waiting also. Maybe we should talk about it. My life is for you now, as i can’t be bothered any more. Soon it will be for her also. This…

  • Ode to the Sun

    Ice covered sky lights, Black, piss on seat. When the house defrosts, I know the sun has risen.  

  • The Turkey Milking Man

    Timid in the real world, Weak as a lamb, Until he’s milking turkeys, Like the turkey milker can. Lost in a force of fear, America fan, But when he’s milking turkeys He’s the turkey milking man. Squeeze it tight, Do it right, Turkey man, Yuletide jam.     © PinkyBinks

  • Illuminated Natasha ( Haunted All The Way By You II )

    Last week i came across a blog of photographic collages that really impressed me.  Not only is the work beautiful, some of it is political, funny and full of contrasts. It is visually spectacular. Follow the link here  http://bpstainton.wordpress.com/ Aesthetic heaven. Stylish and magic. I wondered about the possibility of a collaboration, and sent a message to…

  • The Last Two Lines

    Dark and exquisite, Half Arab, Half apostle, As tight as her, Glistening in half my age.     © PinkyBinks

  • Lost Post: Meow Miaow

    La Luna higher than my spirit, evidencing there is a universe beyond earth, beyond here, beyond this. Twenty Four hours after hearing organs rattling inside this hollow cavity, kidneys pushing out ” The Shit “. Lost for a moment then lost for four days, silly me. Black Monday came so fast. So far from last…