Tag: poem

  • Milked Like a Bitch

    The Stallion chooses fruit over beer, I choose beer over fruit. Nutrients to feed his hard strong body, Liquid shit to feed the hanging flesh on bones. Lying in sand, Wet from the sea, As I sit and write, Like a bitch that’s just been milked. Below my skeleton is beautiful, It’s just the surrounding…

  • Spin: The Things We Do For Love

    Hey little fella, I’ll buy a pest repeller, Hide under an umbrella, And fly with a propeller, Break both of my patella, Bend spoons with Uri Geller, Go see a fortune teller, Drink fifty cans of Stella, Eat balls of Mozzarella, Suck toes of David Mellor, Be ill with salmonella, Turn orange Donatella, We sing…

  • Haunted All the Way By You

    . One hundred million degrees below freezing, And Natasha buttoning up her eyes, Clap clap. . Bubbling oil heats the cell of cosy, As the pull of the future helps cavernous walnuts snap into another rise; Fingers crossed. . As routine marsupials splash with vigor, Running like cats away from litter. . Winter pallet shifts a tone…

  • A Doom That is Doom, Not Dhoom

    Impending Doom, like Dhoom, After twenty abandons from that, Havoc, a world-wind, a gust, Only doom, like dhoom but doom. . A dhoom that is doom, not dhoom, A creation of havoc with pace, A Wipping and curling and billowing, As It’s doom, like dhoom but doom. . Doomedy dhoom doom dhoom, Moonery moon moon moon, Dhoomedy, moonery,…