a naughty bump .... this takes me back..it has been too long my friend... :-)
love love love it. fabulousness
Thanks metalchik :)
I hate quoting whole poems cos it's frankly a big ol' waste of space and timne, but I can't chose the best bit. This was simplicity perfected, so...
that I love kitten. I like fused & confusion in the first stanza, but ganglia ( in my mind) is a little strained.
Annie Taylor Rode a dun gelding with spirit. One morning last easter, our gel Came a cropper In a ditch dug by druids Over Old Sarum...
You smelt eiderdown on the wind. I was hunkered down in my own ballast, veteran of this man-girl epic, all absorbed in misplaced time and...
We were so close all week and then when I found the end of the rainbow, you weren't there. Were you proud of me, filled with every colour...
This is Marlboro county newly discovered by the ad execs and the entrepreneurs having conversations in dusty doorways with young...
Whiplash junkie, drive too fast pierce my shoulders. Your blade too deep, beats a glockenspiel chime of passing hours. Busy...
That summer the sun hung with a mean yellow glow. Your garden hazed with mustard gas, tepid, rank and waterlogged. You said dead dogs were...
The air’s a vice. We’re sat and itchy. Blank, Waiting for the big bang, the buzz the bucking bronco. The weather’s bananas. We’re...
I didn't write for ages, then got busy, still didn't write.... am around, every so often. love you all xxx
There is no wedding party. Just the car parked up on the side of the road, wearing its ribbons a little uncomfortably. At nine thirty this...
I can't replicate the cafe here. Glossy reflected in the pages of that magazine and melting like butter on our tongues. I can't resmoke those...
I’ve become an apex of late, soiled by my joint venture, this deceit of gorgeous lovers, so sincere in their affection, while I calmly evade their...
Sturdy cob, you squat upon the riverbank, trying to sleep, to commune with the dreams of God, but flies mutter and buzz around your mealy mouth...
Disappointment in the gargoyles' eyes as they vomit sorrow into these stone gutters. Cemented in grotesque ritual for centuries, they belch, with...
mmm liked this. esp this: i'm just a little mixed up So i often forget That nudity isn't love That i really can't play guitar
It's always been about body odour, this languishing, late into the evening. Sticky, chocolate-coated, minor aches and pains. Keep licking. A...
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